open heart surgery
open heart surgery:
plucking a dead leaf
his hair is white now
open heart surgery:
marvelling at honeysuckle
tenderness abound
open heart surgery:
while weeding – he is
breathing, somewhere
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Solitary 4 Tomorrow - in Dialogue 
I wrote this about a month ago, about the same time as I found myself saying: “I never knew how deep the love to a friend could be …” – already with the knowledge that we would have to part (again) due to pre-existing other commitments we both have. A budding friendship many years ago very briefly spread its wings as a veritable platonic love: Being very close at a long distance.
Barbara S said this on September 29, 2018 at 14:08 |
Where was it, not long ago, I heard someone say “I believe you can still love someone you have not seen for 20 years. I really believe that.” I knew then what the person was talking about – yet did not realise, how acute it would become.
Barbara S said this on September 29, 2018 at 14:10 |
With its comments, this piece unfolds like, or similar to a haibun – an essay with haiku embedded. Hoping to write more of those. Watch this space.
Barbara S said this on September 29, 2018 at 18:27 |
as you can also see from the edits, haiku skills are work in progress (at least that is what I hope it is).
Barbara S said this on September 30, 2018 at 14:16 |
I am new to gardening – in fact I only have one small flower bed, I experiment with. As the encounter with my friend became very intense, I found myself enjoying the simplicity of watching just a few plants grow.
Barbara S said this on September 30, 2018 at 20:57 |
wordpress does not allow me to set the last line of the middle stanza closer to the second – a technical error; however, it appears meaningful as this is an extraordinary tenderness and experience. So it seems core.
Barbara S said this on September 30, 2018 at 21:02 |