Generations - a reading (on YouTube)
Like
leaves in an autumn breeze,
Or
stones on an old New England wall,
One
by one they fall
Until
tree and ground are bare,
And
passersby know nothing of their passing.
11/99
©
2017 Edward P. Morgan III
As earlier in the year, I am posting a poem today and an essay related to it.
ReplyDeleteYou can find more background on this poem in the companion essay “Samhain 2017 – Generations” on the Noddfa Imaginings blog for essays.
Picture Notes:
ReplyDeleteWhen I started working on this picture, both Edward and I thought we could get some pictures from a cemetery. There just aren't any good old fashion New England stone walls down here, which would have been our first choice. But most of the cemeteries around here have low flat inset stones, instead of the larger, vertical headstones. I stumbled across this scene at one of the mausoleums in a cemetery on the way to work. There was a niche that faced north lined with white marble. The light and shadow give the flowers, stones and plaques an almost monochromatic feel. The lines on the stone facade draw your eyes from left to right, dark to light, giving it a real sense of depth. Going from shadow to light also gives the feeling of leading to another place.