2 pieces (blogophilia 40.5)










Mists rise over the bluff
And past the moss
Forming tears on the
Faded, dark marble.
A mute testament,
She stands as a reminder
Of the transitory nature
Of existence.
A grim weeper mourning
A life cut short,
Or lived long
And forgotten
In hustle of our lives.

Photograph (c) 2011, 2012, Bonnie Godbee, Savannah Ga.  Used with permission.  



      
The image
Of an ugly child,
Negative image of Bella,
Looks down upon me.   
Her crooked teeth biting
Into an apple.
The store thinks I would buy
This food for me just by the example.
I don't think so.


 

Comments

  1. AnonymousDecember 3, 2012 at 4:37 PM

    :) The first one gave me thoughts of mother nature mourning our passing and the second, well after the chuckle I could very much understand the non acceptance of an apple from Bella!

    Well done!
    Nissmech

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  2. AnonymousDecember 3, 2012 at 4:52 PM

    The longer I live the less I remember and yet the harder it is to forget those who are gone.

    TM

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    1. Another Government EmployeeDecember 4, 2012 at 6:05 AM

      Yeah, I'm finding that true as I get older. It must be the knowledge that I will join them in due time.

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  3. sueDecember 3, 2012 at 5:33 PM

    love tyler's comment. the first was lovely, the second typical of those that sparkle

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  4. AnonymousDecember 4, 2012 at 1:32 AM

    you double downed and shall receive 8 points Earthling! :)

    Marvin

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  5. AnonymousDecember 4, 2012 at 4:31 AM

    I liked them both Christopher...great job! Demme

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  6. PoppyDecember 4, 2012 at 7:24 PM

    This is humbling :)

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  7. sharonleeDecember 4, 2012 at 7:59 PM

    The first one, poignant tender and graceful.

    The second, clever.

    :)

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  8. AnonymousDecember 5, 2012 at 8:47 PM

    Interesting!

    BRIAN

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  9. trevDecember 7, 2012 at 5:55 AM

    quite an amazing write Christopher ... I love the line
    **She stands as a reminder
    Of the transitory nature
    Of existence**...
    brilliant pal...

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    1. Another Government EmployeeDecember 7, 2012 at 10:41 PM

      Thanks. If you ever get back on this side of the pond, I recommend a couple of days in the Savannah/Charleston area. Especially the old cemeteries. Absolutely gorgeous grounds and statuary.

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