If We Forget…

“…if you stop loving me little by little
I shall stop loving you little by little.”
~ Pablo Neruda

 

If
you forget
me, all things
inside you will collapse,
shrivel…

If
I forget
you, my whole
being will lose meaning,
decay…

If
our hearts
forget our love,
you and I will
end.

 

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the wee notes…
– linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.
– Rommy Cortez-Driks is giving away a copy of her new collection of short stories, The Trouble with Wanting, and Other Not-Quite Faerie Tales, click the link to enter the giveaway. If (like me) you can’t wait, get it here or here.

 

Nature Grows Art

I find peace in soul-feeding art that is Nature-made: trees defleshed by time, stones caressed by sun and rain and snow… to be cairned by hands that love, love, love to write in bones that echo the wild song of leaves that can no longer tongue the wind.

Nature
grows art
out of death…
to delight the wild
living.

bloom and fruit
adorn my garden
before fall

Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.