Sunday, September 03, 2006

Melancholy



Her face understanding
Warmth in the darkness
Twined in her fingers
His slumbering dreams.


[St. Paul the Apostle Cemetery, Hancock, Delaware County, New York.]

7 comments:

  1. Ohhh isn't she lovely!
    the poem too
    Wonderful!

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  2. It is where two souls meet, touch, and hold hands.

    I felt like one soul was already gone, while she still held his remnants of dust in her hands.

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  3. The photo and poem offer such peace. It gives one the hope of being nurtured into eternity.

    Both poem and photograph are sublime in their essence.

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  4. Anna, isn't she amazing? In the picture, and even standing there with her, I kept expecting her to look up. The sculptor captured so much life and emotion.

    Mermaid, beautiful words. I can see that connection in her face.

    KLG, it gives one the hope of being nurtured into eternity. He does seem to be a presence for her, if only in her heart.

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  5. I've heard of angels
    heard their voices
    wind chimes
    a filigree of crystal notes
    a Peruvian flute
    that travels a trade wind
    a magic carpet of sound

    yes I've heard of angels
    and their wings of sorrow
    raven birds tethered
    to a burned out star
    a blackened star tucked
    under a feathered wing a stone
    angel who weeps at your head
    I heard her whisper
    Are you happy?

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  6. Anna, that's beautiful!! Did you compose it? It definitely sounds like your style.

    I heard her whisper
    Are you happy


    Wow. That line really grabbed me. The whole piece hinges on it.

    And now she waits for an answer.

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  7. Lovely poem. The word choices allowed you to say much in few words.

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