Let’s go with “charmolypi – joy-making sorrow,a mixed feeling, a mixed feeling of happiness while being sad”.
It ‘s still Thursday as I write this – and as soon as I chose this prompt for Friday, the following poem came to me.
My husband passed away a little over 8 years ago – heart attack -and as I had promised, as soon as he ‘had left the building’, his body went into the operating room to harvest needed organs. A week later I got a letter of gratitude; they were able to harvest 96 donations that went out to various needs. Literally, my husband is scattered throughout the world.
And, yet, I often forget. He’s gone. What was him is gone…tho’, honestly, it feels like he visits me in the rarest of moments. But not near often enough.
I identify myself as a Pacific Northwest poet. I have been writing poetry since 1976- and yes - I have been using the pen-name Ariel all this time! I can often be found writing in the Willamette Valley, in Pacific forests or along the Coastlines on Oregon.
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