Tears of lichen
Cried to the empty wind
Kneeling to worship
c.o.n.s.t.e.l.l.a.t.i.o.n.s
And the silence which has been.
(St. Paul the Apostle Cemetery, Delaware County, Hancock, New York)
Listening for the words in a quiet corner of the night. The fiction, poetry, and photography of Jason Evans.
17 comments:
Moving and beautiful. Thanks for sharing these pictures, Jason.
A nice "epigraph," Jason.
Central statuary or an individual tomb?
Such an inspirational statue. Tears of Lichen. She makes me sad to look at actually--the neglect, the indifference to her suffering.
Jaye, you're very welcome. :)
Bernita, thank you. These statues are about 30cm tall (see, I can do metric!) and flank the upper shelf of a single tombstone. Each is facing inward, looking up at the main stone.
Scott, they had the same effect on me. I actually tried to write a prose piece about the feeling, but I just couldn't get it to come out right. Instead, I opted for a simpler, more pure message.
I am reminded of what's going on in the world today and all the woman who moan and weep at the loss of members of their family.
I loved 'tears of lichen' too.
Just beautiful, pictures and words both.
And I'm very impressed that you can do metric. :P
beautiful moving words..
Love these pics, Jason.
Absolutely beautiful Jason.
Hushed whisper ... lovely haiku.
Smooch,
The Tart
; )
'Lichen' conjures up an age that is before everything. Yet, your cells have a memory that are probably as old as some of the constellations out there.
If only blogger let you create your own constellation with the letters....
Flood, yes, tears have a pervasive presence in the world today. Such sadness....
Writing Blind, hehe. I have to be sensitive to my Canadian neighbors (well, actually the rest of world. Gotta love the irrational English measurement system.) Thanks for the kind words.
Beady, thanks, my friend. :)
Melissa, they almost pull the happiness out of you, no?
Sandra, thanks so much! I love the retro avatar, BTW. :)
The Tart, thanks for sharing a quiet moment. =)
Mermaid, I wonder if your power to see behind my words will ever cease to amaze me. You probably knew instantly that I was trying to mimic the drawn lines of constellations amid a starry sky.
Very nice, Jason. :)
In this I see a testament of continual faith and hope despite a world that crumbles around her.
Emotionally touching...as usual.
Every time I visit, your strength of words impresses me.
Jeff, very fitting words. And very inspirational. Thank you. :)
Michele, it's wonderful to see you! Thank you for the kind words. :) I'm hopping over to pay you a visit.
Very touching. Beautiful.
September, thanks so much. :) I love how each cemetery has its own unique character.
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