Her heart is a sinking sun,
pooling patches of dried blood
on a canvas thickening
with yesterday’s paint. Tucked in
rich velvet and laid to rest
(open to public viewing)
she mourns its passing, pressing
treasured lines of scrawled script to
lips of stone, epitaph carved in
lieu of flowers. Rays of light,
the glory days of holding
and being held, protrude from
memories slashed through the frayed
places where sky meets casket’s
edge. The sun will rise again
but not today, not until
a thousand tomorrows have
burned to ashes, cremation’s
signature on cloud-sealed urn.
Powerful words for a powerful photo.
lylekrahn echoes my thoughts exactly.
Thanks, Gallivanta! It was taken from the top of a steep hill after a rigorous ascent – a majestic and awesome view indeed.
I am impressed.
Melody, this is brilliant. Honestly.
Wow. Thanks, Rob. I am reading a great little book on poetry and think I ‘get it’ – and can’t wait to be trying new things. I could never understand line breaks – this one has 7 syllables in each line, and I really like that the breaks are actually deliberately done. Lots to learn, yes?
Poetry, or word art, is an exacting science with inexact ramifications. A struggle so worth the effort. Keep up the good work.
goodness dear, what a tribute to the Creator of all that’s beautiful !
Isn’t He something? 😉
Very somber moment in life. I’ve had the feeling come & go. It really never goes though – it just kind of sits & watches from the background.
Grief is like that – it likes to hang around just beneath the surface and then jump out and bite you in inconvenient places…
WOW-wonderful–powerfully sharp imagery.
Thanks! I’m really enjoying reading my book on poetry – it has helped me to sharpen up my toolkit.