Japanese Crane

By Silver Spun Sand

Thu, 13 Dec 2012

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It was the little things
she would miss most,
she said, as I turned
her bed to face the garden;
writing, for one, unless
where she was bound
there were such mundane
things as pen and paper.

A breeze stirring the trees
outside – tiny petals
from a cherry tree
peppered the lawn
with commas, she
observed – smiling;
folding a sheet
of Basildon Bond
into a Japanese crane.

“Here. Take it with you;
‘Freedom,’ it begs,” she said,
yoking each precious breath,
each broken moment to the next.
White – fragile, like her...
came the wind, carried
it away. In spite of
their differences
so very much
the same.

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How lovely, Tina! You have

Permalink Submitted by Rhiannonw on Thu, 2012-12-13 10:14

How lovely, Tina! You have such an ability to draw attention to all those little things, and little, big enjoyments we take for granted. But I'm sure there can be equally, and more wonderful 'little things' eternally! warm regards, Rhiannon

Thank you, Rhiannon. It is

Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on Thu, 2012-12-13 10:54

Thank you, Rhiannon. It is always those 'little things' makes all the difference. All the best. Tina

"yoking each precious

Permalink Submitted by maggyvaneijk on Thu, 2012-12-13 12:47

"yoking each precious breath, each broken moment to the next" Stunning, cinematic and stylish. Love this one Tina

Maggy - thank you for your

Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on Thu, 2012-12-13 16:23

Maggy - thank you for your words;-) Tina

Your poems are like

Permalink Submitted by Highhat on Thu, 2012-12-13 13:04

Your poems are like cornecopias (I hope I have spelled that right)- I never tire of reading. Here there is not one line too many or one word misplaced. Pretty damn perfect Tina. ;)Pia

Pia, thank you. You have

Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on Thu, 2012-12-13 16:26

Pia, thank you. You have cheered me up, no end, with your words, this dark, dank and freezing cold December's afternoon, and that is quite something special;-) Tina;-)

this is stunning

Permalink Submitted by moonphish on Thu, 2012-12-13 18:30

this is stunning Tina....simple, yet complex as it unwinds...love the analogy of the crane that begs to fly....people often need their loved ones to give them permission to leave the living world behind...also loved the line about cherry petals peppering the lawn like commas...a nice counterpoint to the line about pen and paper maybe being mundane in the next world...this is a masterpiece and well deserving of the cherries which also make a lovely image for the poem as well, doesn't it ? :) - alvin

Hello there, alvin. Yes, I

Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on Thu, 2012-12-13 18:55

Hello there, alvin. Yes, I agree with you about imagery;-) So pleased you got so much from this. My late daughter gave me a paper crane in the last year of her life. When she did so, she told me this true story. In Japan, the Crane is considered a holy creature and is said to live for a thousand years. In the 1940's a girl named Sadako got leukemia from the atomic bomb that was dropped on Japan and she folded 1000 paper cranes in the hope that her wish to get better would come true.... It has since become an international symbol of peace and the legend that it can grant a wish if 1000 are folded is still around. Many thank for your lovely comment which means so much to me. Tina

It is a bitter sweet story,

Permalink Submitted by Mark Heathcote on Fri, 2012-12-14 01:23

It is a bitter sweet story, Tina, loved the poem and congratulations on a well deserved cherry. ;-)

Mark Heathcote

Thank you, Mark. Really

Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on Fri, 2012-12-14 08:59

Thank you, Mark. Really pleased you enjoyed, and took the trouble to tell me. Have a good weekend;-) Tina

Stunning, even more so for

Permalink Submitted by MS on Fri, 2012-12-14 09:05

Stunning, even more so for your explaination of the cranes symbolism.

Thanks for reading, MS, and

Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on Fri, 2012-12-14 09:32

Thanks for reading, MS, and for your words. Tina

no onedoes this sortof poem

Permalink Submitted by fatboy74 on Fri, 2012-12-14 14:05

no onedoes this sortof poem better than you Tina - this is just beautiful.

Thank, fb. Means a

Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on Fri, 2012-12-14 15:58

Thank, fb. Means a lot;-) Tina

Missed out on this one but

Permalink Submitted by ScoZen on Mon, 2012-12-17 18:01

Missed out on this one but catching up Sandlady. A visual read.

ScoZen

I'm catching up as well,

Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on Thu, 2012-12-20 23:36

I'm catching up as well, ScoZen...and in a lovely way. Thanks for taking the trouble to read this, and letting me know it was worth it. Sandlady;-)

Scozen's words 'a visual

Permalink Submitted by Denzella on Wed, 2012-12-19 22:26

Scozen's words 'a visual read' are so accurate because that is what you do with all your poems and this was no exception. You have a fantastic ability to create images in your reader's minds. Loved this one along with all the others that I've read. Moya