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    Sunday, August 14, 2011

    We who forgot to live ...

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Kuoleman_puutarha_Tampereen_tuomiokirkko.jpg


    I step out of myself
    and watch her
    staggering and numb
    casting and recasting herself
    wrinkled and sore feet;
    her ... and him ...
     them and
    everyone;
     I watch you all
    passive and pale
    half smiles
    rolling down your cheeks.

    So many people
    so much more dead
    than all those corpses.

    They have all died
    without cremation
    without burial.




    Posted by Celestial Dreamz

    19 comments:

    The Unknowngnome said...

    This is one of your best Celest. It's as deep and obvious as the painting and as one of the dead, I see.

    Thanks for introducing Hugo Simberg and Tampere Cathedral.

    Excellent!

    August 14, 2011 at 1:07 PM
    ayala said...

    Wise words...so many don't live this life that we have...I love it.

    August 14, 2011 at 5:32 PM
    Rose said...

    Wonderful! How different the world would be if we could remember just to live. As TUG says this is an excellent piece and what I love most is the line 'half smiles rolling down your cheeks' and of course the last verse! Excellent indeed.

    August 14, 2011 at 6:12 PM
    Mary said...

    Very powerful, insightful writing here!

    August 14, 2011 at 9:17 PM
    Anonymous said...

    A sad commentary on what the voice in the piece is going through and what she's seeing in others.

    August 14, 2011 at 9:55 PM
    Sherry Blue Sky said...

    Very poignant. I especially love your title. Sadly, all too true.

    August 14, 2011 at 10:21 PM
    The Poet said...

    Hello.
    I'm always enthralled when I visit here.

    Excellent imagery, Baishali!

    Remove These Satin Sheets...

    August 15, 2011 at 12:26 AM
    Anonymous said...

    Aw, this was a really nice post. In idea I would like to put in writing like this additionally - taking time and actual effort to make a very good article… but what can I say… I procrastinate alot and by no means seem to get something done.

    August 15, 2011 at 3:46 PM
    Jannie Funster said...

    Sounds like night and day of the living dead.

    Haunting.

    I really like your image of half smiles rolling down cheeks.

    Much said in not a lot of words, well done.

    August 15, 2011 at 11:39 PM
    Irene said...

    A deep and very meaningful poem about those who "forgot to live." You brought me to an awareness of this reality with much emotions. I really enjoyed reading. :-)

    August 17, 2011 at 1:41 PM
    Claudia said...

    ugh yes - tight write and i agree...have to remind myself daily to really live...good write..

    August 17, 2011 at 2:54 PM
    Brian Miller said...

    frightening huh? yes i see dead people too...walking...life sucked out of them...running one thing to the next without and direction...poignant for sure...

    August 17, 2011 at 3:29 PM
    Pat Hatt said...

    Great perception on society, and so true, many just wade along.

    August 17, 2011 at 5:18 PM
    Tashtoo said...

    I'm sure most of us could take a lesson from this...I know I've been accused of zombie mode more than once! Love the combination of art work and words...they always make for my favorite pieces!

    August 17, 2011 at 10:43 PM
    Luke Prater said...

    wicked and biting piece

    August 17, 2011 at 11:58 PM
    Anonymous said...

    Haunting and sad, but a great write. Part of me feels uneasy, not because there isn't truth in what you write about, but also because it feels like a sad reflection of the viewer who sees all the "living dead", unable to see life's potential still within them, no matter how buried.

    Anyway, a good poem and gave me much food for thought.

    August 18, 2011 at 10:05 AM
    Kavita said...

    Oh .. this is soooo real, Baishali.. a perfect portrayal of today's dead mechanical world..

    I really LOVED the way you did it... Bravo!!

    August 18, 2011 at 10:16 AM
    Jack said...

    C D,

    So true. Those who live not being what they themselves are die a thousand deaths. One should be own self and live with own conscience.

    Take care

    PS : Left comments on previous 2 also.

    August 20, 2011 at 9:06 PM
    Ed Pilolla said...

    for so many of us, walking through this life half awake is the only way we feel comfortable doing it. someday we will awaken. it is a quiet hope we nurture within.

    a piece full of impact!

    October 6, 2011 at 12:35 AM

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