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"Wild Atlantic" - mixed media on paper, 22" x 14". Inquiries. Available at the Olive Stack Gallery.
Time is racing by.
Only one week to go.
Let's chase the setting sun.
Time is racing by.
Only one week to go.
Let's chase the setting sun.
Stone, mud, bones.
Read the names.
Listen.
Read the names.
Listen.
Rooks watch the setting sun
from treetops
night is falling
from treetops
night is falling
Silent shadow angels
sentinels
hark and hush
The names! The names!
Long gone
eroded
crumbled
shrouded
sentinels
hark and hush
The names! The names!
Long gone
eroded
crumbled
shrouded
The sun is gone
but light remains
we remember, we remember
the flickers whisper
but light remains
we remember, we remember
the flickers whisper
Sadness here,
yet comfort
lay your weary bones to rest
while we remember.
On this, the first holiday since the passing of our dad, the first Christmas without parents at all, there is comfort - comfort and joy - in the gathering of the sisters in a land far away. New memories, new moments, washed in remembering, made holy.
What a beautiful poem that expresses those deep feelings yet allows you to celebrate the holidays. Love following you on your journey even to a crumbling graveyard. Love your new abstract, cold wild Atlantic!
We are having a touch of summer....sadly.... 23C
Summer! Enjoy it while you can!!!
Happy to see the Family gathered there around you - we here are there in spirit!
"Wild Atlantic" is flat out EXQUISITE! Though not flat, ya know?