Posted by kath on January 12, 2003, at 13:44:42
In reply to ..........................., posted by tina on January 10, 2003, at 11:35:41
I just want to say that Tina's photography is just as amazing as her magic with words.
I've seen numerous photos by her photos & they are just as evocative (sppppp???????) as her poem & her other writings.
Tina - I love looking at your photos. Just looking at one, can open the floodgates of my memory & fill me with emotion.
As to your use of words, the pain in this poem is beyond my comprehension, but yet again, you've been able to do, with words, what few people can.
How I wish I could take a giant blackboard brush & erase all the pain from the 'blackboard' of your life. All the 'how I wish' thoughts I have! How I wish I were geographically closer to you. How I wish I could give you a hug. How I wish we could sit cross-legged in my living room & play with clay, or just drink hot tea.
I want you to know that I love you trememdously.
((((((((((((((((((((((((you))))))))))))))))))))))
luv, Kath
> The air grows thin
> All hope for tomorrow
> worn away with endless pacing on it's surface
>
> The candle is about to go out.
> The wick is short
> and the flame falters
> The darkness is near
>
> On the air there is a whisper
> An echo in time
> Just a moment
> One moment
> A rush of memory in a cold breeze
> and the candle is fueled again
> The light comes up and I am no longer alone
> I am surrounded by ghosts.
>
> I crawl to the corner and press my back to the hard rough stone
> They watch me
> always
> They see what I feel
> Their gaze pierces flesh like broken glass
> Cover my ears
> Close my eyes
> But there is darkness there
>
> The air grows thin
> The candle goes out
> I am alone in the pitch black
> Memory is what haunts me
> Hunts me
> There is no peace here
> Only the whispers of the ghosts
>
poster:kath
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