Will-o’-the-wisp, why’o’why? why this, why that, why her? Seekers/dreamers/lovers wander/wonder/ponder: what is this Thing we are?
This poem is dedicated to my darling wife, Lyn. Still I find myself wondering sometimes, how can such a commanding presence be gone? And I have no answer.
The mandala in the photograph was painted by our daughter-in-law and two of our granddaughters on their patio. The center is a stylized “LDT” for “Lynette Deane Tolar.” It is ringed with the name “Bahá’u’lláh” repeated 9 times. It is a stunningly beautiful tribute to a stunningly beautiful woman.
Thank you for reading Where the light dazzles. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed it and I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain. As always, I look forward to your comments.
In Old Istanbul, the religion is really tavla, backgammon. He had, among other things, taught me to play so I went to the Grand Bazaar, the Kapalı Çarşı, where I tried to haggle (unsuccessfully) to buy a set (successfully.) In thanks I took him with me on a walk of the old peninsula, and hand-in-hand/heart-to-heart we saw the Hagia Sophia and the Sirkeci Terminali of the famous Oriental Express. There too we ate islak burgers and simit pastries from street vendors and had golden-brown tea and frothy coffee, Türk kahvesi, in a café. As I stood alone on the Galata Bridge, wishing him really there, I wondered how many others through the long years have wept their past into the dark, flowing Bosporus. Why-oh-why didn’t I learn his other game as well?
The poem and photograph are by a dear friend of mine, Sara. That is the tavla board mentioned in the poem. I am certain that she will enjoy your comments.
Thank you for reading With my belovéd. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed it and I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain.
Each spring I’d say, I love tulips, why can’t we have some? and you’d say, They’re a lot of work. They need to be planted in the fall and the bulbs dug up in the summer to rest. And I’d relent, that was fair, you did all the gardening. So when I came around the corner of the house and saw them blooming there, I wept. Look love, I thought, this is the first spring you’ve missed!
Thank you for reading Her gifts. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed it and I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain. As always, I look forward to your comments.
The photograph was copyright-free from the Internet. I thought I had taken photos of my darling’s tulips but can not, now, find them. More fool me. To see my photography blog, please visit the Book of Bokeh.