I have selected Option Four: Poetry - with the assigned Marcel Marceau's words as inspiration
“In silence and movement you can show the reflection of people.” — Marcel Marceau
the eyes stare ahead
no movement is required for tears or sorrow
the moist blink betrays the inward heartache
the stillness of motionless mourners embodies the strangeness-
the strangeness of loss-
the strangeness of passersby whose eyes attempt to stare ahead
or to look away, concealing their own falling tears of compassion
Oklahoma City National Memorial
photo by bill hughlett
Excellent challenge!
ReplyDeleteThe graphic matches your eloquent, echoing words so beautifully!!
Thank you for stopping in to see me today...I appreciated your kind words so very much.
wow! lovely, powerful words. i did not recall this photo being in bh's file :-) so much talent in one family!!
ReplyDeletei keep hearing an echo that sounds like you saying "i just don't get poetry." i would say things have changed!
Sherry - thanks so much. While the words were brewing, I remembered the beautiful photo I had seen by artist/photographer Bill Hughlett.
ReplyDeleteLucy - thank you too! Mr. Hughlett's photography is truly remarkable. And, I still can't figure out this poetry business; it's just sort of happening.
just sort of happening is the best way ibo.
ReplyDeleteeven when we are not personally attached,, mourning can seep in and whet our soul... this was very lovely......
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Your words are going from strength to strength, SS. The phrase "moist blink" really struck me.
ReplyDelete"the strangeness of passersby whose eyes attempt to stare ahead or to look away, concealing their own falling tears of compassion"
ReplyDeletewow....this was gorgeous. thank you. beautifully woven.
and thank you for that lovely comment on your visit to my site....i appreciated your words
Thank you all so much for your positive words....efforts at poetry are very new to me and seem to be showing up when I least expect them! So, thank you again for the encouragement!
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