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M. C. S.

M. C. S.
Toronto, Ontario, Canada
December 19
For me writing is the best way to talk without ever being interrupted.................................. ©2015 M.C.S. - all rights reserved


JUNE 10, 2012 11:00AM


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Rosa palustris
   The swamp rose (Rosa palustris)

Why do you come to me in dreams

you appear in my sleep without notice

your image glassy like heat off a flame

burning my eyes with tears always the result


You’re always just a little out of reach

early this morning you stood across the channel

on the sloping bank with the fading night sky behind you

I wanted to scream that bank will crumble it rained last night


You died when I was so young; I’ve needed you so many times since

at times I wake not fully remembering these dreams

the impression of you lingers in the recesses of my memory

it’s at these times I miss you the most when I search my mind for bits of you


I slip into the cold black waters of the channel and make my way to you

my strokes quick and effortless I’m focused only on you

the distance covered without much exertion

reaching the bank walking up the slop feet sinking into soften earth


In the approaching dawn light the bank is empty

the spot where you stood is bare

I look around and you’re no where to be found

I want to scream but my jaw is trembling from cold


I look down and the spot where I saw you is free of prints

but for a single white wild swamp rose gently placed on the earth

I stare at it, how did it get here where did it come from

there are no wild swamp rose bushes anywhere on this bank


I bend down and collect it gently with care I rinse the bloom

placing it on my tongue like a communion wafer

swimming back to the dock a little slower this time

for my heart is heavy with longing and sadness


Rinsing the delicate bloom once more

walking into the cottage and finding the book

placing the swamp rose between the pages

with the others I’ve collected over the years




image courtesy of ontariowildflowers.com




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Oh my.....incredibly moving and emotionally overwhelming. Even the font you chose and the physical shape that the words take is mesmerizing. R
Silent plunge. Yearning - the reach. Unfathomable. The flower - remembrance. Awe, strange wonder. My. Soo many things reflect in these tears you shed. My hand - here - I can at least help you up the bank. Sweetness lingers. Beautiful, darlin'. Bittersweet, yes, but beautiful, nonetheless. Sigh. R, most certainly.
Beautiful...and a welcome relief from the s-word posts... I'm almost sorry I did my little rant.
You certainly emote so that anyone can feel it....relate to it...become part of it.
The writing is spectacular.
But the feelings...extraordinary!
M.C.S you create such delicate feelings and your writing deals with so serious issues."burning my eyes with tears...' Beautiful and magical!!Rated..