” For there is nothing heavier than compassion . Not even ones own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone , for someone , a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes .” – Milan Kundera , ” The Unbearable Lightness of Being ”
Photo by Katerina Plotnikova
The Visionary
She bleeds inside with bloody garments
sits up late this night scribbling letters
then tears them up , piles of white tents
ascending disbarment .
She sees her living wound appear
thin membranes tween madness and pathos near
I am a living wound , it’s on my face
and there remains its trace
and there remains its trace .
A descentant of Tamelane with jasper stone to purify
She is an opera plot
standing stage left about to die
as Sergeys arrow makes a swerving shot .
Her night becomes its paradise
only she can see before her steering sacrifice
overflows the vortex and the ending chime
of sunshine hours lost in maddening time .
Scenes nestle in her very hair
curling tight in humid air .
She sees her living wound appear
thin membranes tween madness and pathos near
I am a living wound , it’s on my face
and there remains its trace
and there remains its trace .
O craving heart for lost flowers
the curtain hangs silent for decade hours
music swirls a vexing cry
the fragile canvas cracking , paint is dry .
She floats , feathers on body and brow
it has always been as now .
She sleeps with phantom bones , no lover is kind
the heritage of a vision mind .
She sees her living wound appear
thin membranes tween madness and pathos near
I am a living wound , it’s on my face
and there remains its trace
and there remains its trace .
Photos by Ellen Rogers
” When the Japenese mend broken objects , they aggrandize the damage by filling the cracks with gold . They believe that when something’s suffered damage and has a history it becomes more beautiful .”
for my noble daughter , Denise … Xx
megdekorne 
Your posts are a visual feast Meg….I had to leave this one for awhile to let the austerity of the beautiful verse settle. I absolutely love the rhyme song poem. And the beginning and ending quotes. The tenderness is sustaining in that vein of gold.
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Jana , you are so kind …. Thankyou beautiful one ! Blessings ….
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Heart-stopping… wow.
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dear Meredith , Thankyou so much …. Your site is wow beautiful … Xx
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Breathtaking. And you sure know how to choose the perfect photos to go with your words.
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Thankyou again J.D. … I so appreciate your kind and considerate comments … xx
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Great!…it is the first time I see a poem written both with words and photographs as yours … ⭐
These verses sounded “differently’ to me… I love them
O craving heart for lost flowers
the curtain hangs silent for decade hours
music swirls a vexing cry
Thanks for sharing and all the best to you, Aquileana 😀
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How kind of you , Aquileana … I very much appreciate your beautiful words …Thankyou so much …xx
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Wow – I have no words and unable to find from the dictionary – My compliments for your first class, elite presentation, just like a movie!
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Thankyou so much for your warm sentiment …you are kind ! I am listening to your beautiful music this early morning , it is new to me and very moving … Blessings Mino
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Meg – I adore your page – It moves me and gives me a super energy:)
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I found this very moving, you are a true artist, it is such a pleasure to explore your blog
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I feel the same about you dear Julia …I so appreciate your kind sentiment … Thankyou
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Hello! Wow! This is an impressive post. The poem was lovely and the images amazing. I also loved the quote at the end. Fascinating post! 😀
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How very kind of you Vashti to take the time to comment … I appreciate your encouragement … Blessings xx
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Another excellent offering, and again, the pictures are perfect companions for the words.
– sonmi smiling from the Troposphere upon the Cloud
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Thank you dear sonmi in the clouds ….blessings
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