Tis life … time goes on … remembering those days … my house in Johannesburg had a pomegranate tree … under which friends and I'd sit ...
...at that stage life was fun, as it is now – just different – the pomegranate symbolising romantic longings … heart tingling times … still does … but more comfortably …
Clambering red rose ...
In my semi-hibernating mode I remembered the poem by AA Milne …
By E H Shepard
Halfway down the stairs
Is a stair
Where I sit.
There isn't any
Other stair
Quite like
It.
I'm not at the bottom,
I'm not at the top;
So this is the stair
Where
I always
Stop.
Halfway up the stairs
Isn't up
And isn't down.
It isn't in the nursery,
It isn't in the town.
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| 1924 - first edition |
And all sorts of funny thoughts
Run round my head:
"It isn't really
Anywhere!
It's somewhere else
Instead!"
Tis where I am … thinking I'm in the sun with a pomegranate in my hand … living life, but slowly remembering those days … hankering after them perhaps … but no – life is still being enjoyed …
Pomegranate tree
Just peacefully living positively ... now the sun has started to appear again - that grey was getting to me ...
I just hope you're all well, able to cope with life … take care …
The lusciousness of the love apple
Hilary Melton-Butcher
Positive Letters Inspirational Stories
5 comments:
Simple but profound poem.
Hari OM
I hear ya... recognise that first setting-in of life's twilight when we start to see longer shadows and memories take life... and now I am hankering for a pomegranate. I adore them! YAM xx
How lovely to have a pomegranate tree. Pomegranates are so good for us, but they're quite expensive.
the sun doesn’t seem to have reached here yet!
Sounds like a lovely memory.
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