This weeks assignment to create a "black painting" equivalent came at a sadly appropriate time for me, as my God brother's 2-month-old passed away late last week. With the funeral procession still in my mind, this short poem is my reach for perspective:
The Things They Carried
Words within their human realm. Bells to reach their Gods.
Mortality for to continue. Stray grass from the tombs.
The Things They Carried
Words within their human realm. Bells to reach their Gods.
Mortality for to continue. Stray grass from the tombs.
Saretta,
ReplyDeleteI am so sorry to hear about your loss. I hope that you are wrapped in love by friends and family and, perhaps, finding some solace in your art.
As far as your "Black Painting," I am curious about the title of your poem. Is it a reference to Tim O'Brien's novel and, if so, could you elaborate on that?