I find things in my archives, some of forgotten provenance, such as this poem from long ago. I don’t recall now when I either wrote it or found it. If I did find it, I apologize to the author for having lost the reference, and ask that if anybody recognizes it tha they tell me so I can give credit where it is due. It is about partings, the subject of so many songs and poems. It is about those times when the ship has sailed or the train has left the station, and how little it matters whether one is on the ship or the shore, the train or the platform. In song, the play list is too long to put here, and besides, every one has their own. Which parting brought this into my journals, I don’t know. Perhaps it was that girl from the North Country, perhaps not, but another. It was long before Annabel Lee and the lost Lenore came to mean much. Anyway, here is, “After a While.”
I love finding stuff I forgot I wrote! Makes me feel like a rockstar 🙂
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A wonderful poem Bob and resonates with most of us.
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A wonderful poem shared by Bob over on Cabbage and Kings and also this blog is a great resource for articles on mental illness. We are confident in talking about physical diseases but there is definitely not enough shared about mental health issues that impact millions.
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I am blind and use a screen reader called Jaws which converts text into speech and braille enabling me to use a Windows computer. Your poem is, I think rendered as an image so can not be read by Jaws (as the screen reader only interprets text). Could you please tell me what it says? Many thanks. Kevin
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I hope this helps. Another commenter had a link to the original poem. http://www.planetdeb.net/relationships/afterawhile.htm
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I found this:
http://www.planetdeb.net/relationships/afterawhile.htm
I’ve read this before, a long time ago. ❤ ❤
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Thanks for the link. Now I can give proper credit, though I still can’t recall where I first saw it.
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I really love this poem. In particular, “So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers”.
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