My good friend Brian, who has a cameo appearance in my short story ‘looking for a home’ also sent a kind thoughtful poem on Manjula’s second death anniversary.
“remember
we rediscover
step by step
the world you showed me
and remember my hand
is in your hand still
and remember my body
is the hammock of your presence
think of this—love ends
where the void begins
and we pierce the void together.”
Michele Najlis
From the poem A Fernando
Our following increases with more people checking out our postings.
This is a new one however.
Ina the perpetual guest really liked a recent one.
It made her think of a Robbie Burns poem….
She asked why wedding rings are made of gold;
I ventured this to instruct her;
Why, madam, love and lightning are the same,
On earth they glance, from Heaven they came.
Love is the soul’s electric flame,
And gold its best conductor
And then she had this dream….
She entered a jewellery shop,
In the centre of the floor was a wooden chair.
It was covered in carvings of people’s initials.
The jeweller explained that it came from a school where it had been carved by young lovers.
It was symbolic of first love and that was the role of a jeweller recognising and celebrating love.
Ina blames my story for her dream….
Me and MYCycle 