What a fun and creative day today is going to be!
My lovely Goat Sister, Teresa from
RAZZAMADAZZLE
RAZZAMADAZZLE
is the featured artist for the Sunday Challenge over at
REAL TOADS
Please do take a moment to check out both sites.
You will love and be inspired by the beauty and diversity of the work.
I'd like to take a moment to thank all those blog artists who provide us with weekly challenges.
Their willingness to do the extra work gives people like me a reason to create.
And while we all are creating constantly inside our heads.....it's lovely to have a reason to set it forth and know someone else out there cares.
(We artists are sensitive like that.) ;)
They have my humble gratitude!
And so.......on with Teresa's show!
There are a number of photographs to choose from today.
Here's my pick of Teresa's work.
Forgotten Razzamadazzle
It's not so bad as it looks, really.
One grows accustomed, even comes to revel, in the hush.
I never was much one for neatness
and the cant of the carved granite bearing my name
affords me an unseasoned view.
"Tilting at tombstones." I once said aloud.
But there was no one there to hear my quixotic jest.
It is a long time, this eternity,
just me and my musings.
But there is the coming of cool rain in the air
and when strangers happen by
they become friends.
~MF 2012
To the Sisterhood of the Goat
REAL TOADS
Please do take a moment to check out both sites.
You will love and be inspired by the beauty and diversity of the work.
I'd like to take a moment to thank all those blog artists who provide us with weekly challenges.
Their willingness to do the extra work gives people like me a reason to create.
And while we all are creating constantly inside our heads.....it's lovely to have a reason to set it forth and know someone else out there cares.
(We artists are sensitive like that.) ;)
They have my humble gratitude!
And so.......on with Teresa's show!
There are a number of photographs to choose from today.
Here's my pick of Teresa's work.
It's not so bad as it looks, really.
One grows accustomed, even comes to revel, in the hush.
I never was much one for neatness
and the cant of the carved granite bearing my name
affords me an unseasoned view.
"Tilting at tombstones." I once said aloud.
But there was no one there to hear my quixotic jest.
It is a long time, this eternity,
just me and my musings.
But there is the coming of cool rain in the air
and when strangers happen by
they become friends.
~MF 2012
To the Sisterhood of the Goat
15 comments:
This is one of those beautifully surprising texts which raise the goosebumps as I read it. Such a narrative viewpoint presented, such words spoke with the quiet dignity of the grave.
I didn't choose this picture because it looks depressing as it is, but you gave it a cheerful scene. Tilting tombstones and the cool rain with strangers becoming friends looks good to me ~
Thanks for linking up to RT ~
Peaceful eternity with the occasional friends we might meet. Beautiful poem, my Goat Sister. :-)
This is so lovely and peaceful!
"Tilting at tombstones" is absolutely the line that jumped out at me the most. I can't help but wonder at the prospect of spending eternity on an endless quest I have no hope of completing...this is so well-written!
I love this. You've taken everything that might have been seen as negative from this photo and turned into something positive. I'd like to think I'll have such an attitude when my time comes.
Thank you!
Kay, Alberta, Canada
I like your poem - it's quietness coming from the grave..
"It's not so bad as it looks, really.
One grows accustomed, even comes to revel, in the hush." Love this. The quietness of the photo was what struck me...
I love what you've done with this photo! "Cant of the carved granite" has a lovely sound to it, and I love "tilting at tombstones" as well.
I found myself giggling at "I never was much for neatness" and "unseasoned view" and "Titling at tombstones" and "quixotic jest" How irreverent of me--except I believe the occupant would make friends with someone who, amused, sat down for a while. Delightful to me that you made "The forgotten" a jolly and not a spiteful soul. For a minute, it made me think of "Fried Green Tomatoes" and Jessica Tandy.
How beautiful. "Titling at tombstones." I once said aloud.
But there was no one there to hear my quixotic jest. I love these lines!
...I never was much one for neatness & ... I never was much one for neatness
Just gave me such a chuckle!
This whole poem is a gorgeous write from start to end. I also love that: 'I never was much one for neatness' my dust will need doing as soon as it's done. :)
Loved that the tombstone would lazily and in relaxed fashion, make new friends over all the years.
A truly lovely read.
a wonderful response to the photograph! i especially love the ending!
♥
Mimi....
I wish you would attempt a Friday Flash 55!!
Also, it's not easy to access your blog from your profile.
But I would love to have you participate in the Friday Funfest in all your Caprine Coolness!!!
G-Man
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