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[Poetry Friday] Another found poem – this time on “second departures”

"... love is the last remembered thing." - Maria Hummel.

Myra here.

Thank you to dear Elisabeth of Unexpected Intersections for hosting this week.


This is another poem that spoke to me quite recently. I owe all these gorgeous poetry finds to a Facebook author friend, Anuradha Kumar.

I had no idea what the title of this poem meant, so I googled it and found this definition via Wikipedia:

An aubade is a morning love song (as opposed to a serenade, intended for performance in the evening), or a song or poem about lovers separating at dawn. It has also been defined as “a song or instrumental composition concerning, accompanying, or evoking daybreak”. In the strictest sense of the term, an aubade is a song sung by a departing lover to a sleeping woman. 

That definition alone is poetry. This is also the first poem I read of Maria Hummel, and I am drawn to its quiet, the convoluted pathways of the images, its growing expansiveness, and how it all comes right home at the poem’s end, with the wistful sigh of old lovers and the years falling like raindrops over the home that was built together by hand and hope.

Myra is a Teacher Educator and a registered clinical psychologist based in Al Ain, United Arab Emirates. Prior to moving to the Middle East, she lived for eleven years in Singapore serving as a teacher educator. She has edited five books on rediscovering children’s literature in Asia (with a focus on the Philippines, Malaysia, India, China, Japan) as part of the proceedings for the Asian Festival of Children’s Content where she served as the Chair of the Programme Committee for the Asian Children’s Writers and Illustrators Conference from 2011 until 2019. While she is an academic by day, she is a closet poet and a book hunter at heart. When she is not reading or writing about books or planning her next reads, she is hoping desperately to smash that shuttlecock to smithereens because Badminton Is Life (still looking for badminton courts here at UAE - suggestions are most welcome).

16 comments on “[Poetry Friday] Another found poem – this time on “second departures”

  1. Stunning! I want to keep reading and re-reading… and “perched” jumped out at me because that was the word prompt from my poetry group this week (and that I wrote for my very first #poetryfriday contribution). Thanks!

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  2. Thanks for sharing this lovely aubade. Maria Hummel is new to me so it was a treat!

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  3. Maria Hummel is a new author for me, too. Thank you for the introduction!

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  4. maryleehahn

    Beautiful…and heartbreaking, as time marches me toward the reality that “one of us / must go first.”

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  5. heidimordhorst

    Oh my heavens, what — what a–what a quietly, wildly full poem. Thank you, Myra.

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  6. It is so full of love, Myra, feels as if it did not leave out any part, the ones to remember and the ones to cry over. Thank you for sharing so much today!

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  7. Oh that poem is so lovely and poignant, and speaks to me on so many levels. Thank you for sharing this Myra and for joining the Poetry Friday party this week.

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  8. Myra, I was so taken by this find of yours that I copied the photo into my monthly doc and then forgot to come back and comment! I feel like I might save this in case–I don’t wish it–I have to read something at my spouse’s funeral. It is so dear and minute and desperate. Thank you!

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