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Still

  • Writer: Jean Fogelberg
    Jean Fogelberg
  • Jul 17, 2022
  • 1 min read

Updated: Jul 2, 2024




The wild night has ebbed.

The gales of grief that shook the shutters of my heart

exhausted themselves

into a mist of sighs.


I've become friends with the stillness of the house

and the empty corners

that once tugged at me

like thorns against a linen skirt.


Every dust fairy whispers your name

and their soft mourning comforts me.


I must be healing,

I only think of you when I breathe.


Written in 2010 for my caregiver website, "Don't Lose Heart."

Copyright 2022 ©Jean Fogelberg

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5 comentarios


amendjoan9
29 may 2024

I love this!❤️

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crgdclark
25 ago 2023

That is so profound. It is spot on too.

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Invitado
22 jul 2022

This is so beautiful!

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Sandra Paul
Sandra Paul
21 jul 2022

"And this is the wonder

that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart

(I carry it in my heart) ~ EE Cummings


💕


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Jean Fogelberg
Jean Fogelberg
21 jul 2022
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