I don’t know why the Oracle gave me this from just the first page of words. It’s sad, and I think I’ll come back later to see if she has cheered up a bit.
Times I remember
I remember, I recall,
a soft and gentle time,
when we walked beneath a limpid sky,
and nights were lit
by moon and stars.
I remember when the clouds where white,
and pink at end and break of day,
the stream ran loud between the trees,
and I could speak to stones
and understand the blackbird’s tongue.
Sleep was still a painted pageant,
loud as any stream,
bright as blackbirds singing in the hedge,
before the storm ate up the sky,
before you came, before you left.
Then all the birds fell silent,
stones rattled in the stream,
dreams fluttered into dusk
like frightened autumn leaves,
and the coloured pageants died.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
you capture the total sense of loss, Jane… sad indeed…
It used not to be like this. Summers full of sun were what we hoped for. Now, yet another day of baking heat, no rain in sight and I see things slowly dying.
And I have the feeling it will get worse…
I fear you’re right.
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Thank you xxx
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It really has a sad scent. But thing can and will change, Jane! Best wishes, and excuses for a longer delay. The last week i was so tired, i thought i will loose my mind. xx Michael
I hope you’re right, Michael (and feeling better). The worries are so heavy and so close. The prospect of more rising temperatures next week when we haven’t had a cooling off period in-between, nor any rain, is tiring and frightening.
Gone are the days of average, I miss them too. Love the feeling expressed here Jane 💜
Thanks Willow xx I know we always moan about the weather and how things have changed, but I feel that these changes are frightening.
I do too and I just feel we have gone beyond fixing it now 💜
We can’t stop it, I think most scientists agree about that, but we can slow it down and attenuate the effects. But only if everyone does their bit, and most people won’t. Nothing.
Yes I know we try but we are swimming against the tide.💜
As individuals, that’s all we can do. And vote.
Yes indeed but it’s not easy finding anyone to vote for.
No, I agree. They’re very good on promising, knowing that there’ll be some emergency that will make us forget all about it.
Yes that’s exactly the case !
😦
Yours is a more personal sorrow–a palpable sense of loss–but she was in the same mood for mine.
I don’t know why she gave me this. All I can think of is that she’s as worried and depressed about the state of the world as we are.
Yes, it’s funny, too, that we got such similar themes.
It’s probably because we see most things the same way. Can you imagine getting on with someone who always grabs ‘sausage’ ‘enormous’ ‘butt’ and ‘lather’?
I hadn’t thought of that! 🤣🤣
🙂
I read this a little differently than others, perhaps because of my own recent personal loss. You capture that sentiment so well.
Thank you, Marie. You’re right, I intended the poem to be read as a personal loss as well as a general one.
I’m sorry though that was the reason you interpreted the poem that way.
This is a beautiful poem Jane. Your ink frows from a well so deep, it kisses the core of mind, where the universe stores knowledge, art and beauty.
That’s a lovely compliment, thank you! Knowledge does come from a well, it’s a favourite theme with me. Not everyone gets to taste it. You have to know how to ask.