the sky was a
grey blue
it made me think
of the ink of your words
the witty remarks
on your collages and paintings
that still sing to your daughter
though they've blurred over time
.
it was raining
as the crowd slowly filed
out of the small church
with it's sturdy rafters
and colorful windows
and you could no longer tell
who was crying
one small voice
carried on the melody of
amazing grace
and how sweet the sound
of the others joining in
as ashes to ashes
and dust to dust
and that's
the end
.
but not really.















Comments
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the only thing lady luck gave me was an STI and a death wish.
--
imperfection is beauty.
madness is genius.
and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous
than absolutely boring.
-marilyn monroe
*Writer's Club!
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~Andrea H. Rimer~
"Within this wall of flesh, there is a soul."
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imperfection is beauty.
madness is genius.
and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous
than absolutely boring.
-marilyn monroe
*Writer's Club!
--
~Andrea H. Rimer~
"Within this wall of flesh, there is a soul."
--
imperfection is beauty.
madness is genius.
and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous
than absolutely boring.
-marilyn monroe
*Writer's Club!
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If your Irish, come down to the parlor! *Sings*
On the other hand, I like the imagery your piece possesses.
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This is - what I have become
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