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Printed from https://writing.com/main/books/entry_id/666563-Goodbye-Annie-Blue
Rated: 13+ · Book · Biographical · #1317094
Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills.
#666563 added September 5, 2009 at 7:37pm
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Goodbye, Annie Blue
"Can I love with my eyes open? Can I feel the scorn of imperfection rake my soul. Can I welcome the thorns of a blighted rose to heal the pain? " KE

This is my response to the cliché "love is blind" after reading what alfred booth, wanbli ska wrote: <<Love removes from our soul anything other than the capacity to feel good; we no longer think, our personal value system is frequently turned topsy-turvy and friends who have been at our side for years suddenly become enemies. Love is blind? Love takes all!>>

"For blindness makes it easy, love. The truest test must be to see and still love all the same."

Goodbye, Annie Blue

Walking among the hanging boughs of moss
through fallen mist
the lips
of Annie Blue, wide open, smile at me;
the blankness of her eyes stare past.

The cool crisp gasp of early autumn
clothes the pine, the fir,
as lichens glisten
soft grey pearls strung on limbs aloft;
a broken strand lays stranded at my feet.

I miss a beat as Annie pants and hobbles past me:
rain on fur, my eyes in mist;
next year,
the moss will hang like pearls
but Annie will not see them.

© Kåre Enga [166.195] 2009-09-05

My sister has two dogs: Rusty the golden retriever was very sick but is doing well now. Annie... is old. She's an Australian shepherd; she won't be around much longer. Since I don't have plans to visit this Thanksgiving... this may be the time to say goodbye.

I don't mention this to my sister.

ME?

Lazy. There's nothing much to do (except cut up tomatoes) and nowhere to go. I usually make calls on weekends, so that may be as good as it gets.

Then again... Cynthia came over and rescued me! We went to get orchard hay for her horses and my sister's alpacas. Kathy grabbed a hook (a wonderful image) and threw the bales in Cynthia's pickup.

At home, we unloaded, shook the tree for plums (another good image) and left a bale in my sister's shed.

I'm happy now.

Cynthia is off to the fair. Maybe she'll visit Flo's badly behaved sister?



Washington: 64° and drippy noon in Monroe.
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