In between glum sky
And dewy eyed, listless Earth
My tulip dreams spread-
Grief is the shadowy hill
The sole silent onlooker-
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Life beyond Barriers
mapping the nest
poetry... mostly...
Wake Up!
Life beyond Barriers
mapping the nest
poetry... mostly...
Wake Up!
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A perfect pairing of words with image, Sumana. We can’t tell if heaven and earth are vacated or stilled for the moment; in the foreground, a patch of tulips, awakened for a spring day: behind, time-heavy mountains (which greys to “grief.”) Much to say of the human moment, wedged between all those sad infinities, as well as surprise of life itself. Well done. — Brendan
Grief is certainly a shadowy hill
The spring is knocking at the door, hope there is no sadness for anybody.
This echoes for me the feelings in my own offering–down to the silent hills. Sometimes its hard to weigh which is the more powerful, the tulip dreams, or the silent watcher that remains always in the background. A very complete and evocative piece, all the more effective for its brevity.
“My tulip dreams spread” and “Grief is the shadowy hill” – so beautiful, so poignant. We carry love and grief, beauty and darkness, at the same time.
Oh, I read this over and over. Such a perfect, and detailed, interpretation of the photograph; so beautifully expressed … and with an implied deeper meaning.
Such strong images create that feeling of a memory-hole in my stomach. I know what should be there. I’m drinking in vanishing sights/sites.
Oh the beauty of the flowers among all the grief-stricken greyness… those splashes of colors that making you cope.
I’ve read this a couple of times but came back to post, checking myself, I love this short beautiful poem.
I like the positive message of the tulips. Grief is still lurking in the distance but, there is a sense of new life.
Beautiful optics and very hopeful ❤️