Myra here.
I am glad to be joining the Poetry Friday community this week. For the past several weeks, Iphigene has been kind enough to share most of her original poems and her thoughts about mortality. This is in keeping with our current reading theme: Grey and Golden, Young and Fleeting.
Thank you so much to the fabulous Renee LaTulippe of No Water River for hosting this week’s Poetry Friday.
As I was preparing this much-delayed blogpost this evening, I revisited some of my saved Brainpickings posts on Facebook. I felt that this poem by David Whyte captures the fleeting aspect of love gradually fading away. David also included a brief note on what this poem means, which I decided to not include here. I want you to draw your own images from the poem and evoke its essence based on where you may be now in your life. I have taken a screenshot of the poem using my iPhone and edited it using an App. Hope you like it.
Here is David Whyte reading the poem:
Gathering Books 
Such a beautiful poem, Myra! Thanks for sharing that video, too – nothing like the poet’s voice to add resonance to the words.
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What a beautiful and touching poem! Love hearing the poet recite it, too. David Whyte is new to me. Now I need to read more of his work!
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Myra,
Thanks for posting these. Interesting how the word “sometimes” adds weight to the lines.
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Oh, my. I do love this poem. The way he carries the metaphor of the geese throughout and the black marks that are not negative, but a positive sign of survival.
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