tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472248634214972357.post570625205864867118..comments2023-10-20T20:57:55.876+05:30Comments on The Two Bits: One Shot WednesdayMonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08615034229525061880noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472248634214972357.post-40929469562336862972011-06-26T12:18:51.982+05:302011-06-26T12:18:51.982+05:30Graveyard is only for physical body...nothing else...Graveyard is only for physical body...nothing else.<br />God bless.surjit singhhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17019241396790475143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472248634214972357.post-58307439652708661702011-06-19T01:35:39.292+05:302011-06-19T01:35:39.292+05:30Mona,
In my cups right now this all seems grave.
...Mona,<br /><br />In my cups right now this all seems grave.<br /><br />BTW<br /><br />Hardly anybody now has access to my site http://www.creativewriting.ca.<br /><br />If you have a spare moment try clicking onto the highlighting<br />of my name, above.<br /><br /><br />Heh. It's lonely at the top. :)ivanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05662075375182633162noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472248634214972357.post-74127057689272540132011-06-18T19:59:34.789+05:302011-06-18T19:59:34.789+05:30Wow Ivan! That IS really spooky!
I was thinking ...Wow Ivan! That IS really spooky! <br /><br />I was thinking a different ending to the poem and landed up with just another...you know how it is with creation and whatever it is...<br /><br />the end to this that I was contemplating was about losing the ownership of the two yards these days<br />because there is no more land left to accommodate. So even the final home is replaced with 'tenancy' now.Monahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08615034229525061880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472248634214972357.post-35574734826775852722011-06-18T08:29:26.702+05:302011-06-18T08:29:26.702+05:30This touches me.
Death's cold, godawful breat...This touches me.<br />Death's cold, godawful breath.<br /><br />In the town of Guanajuato, Mexico, they ran out of space in the graveyard and decided to make room for more recent occupants--but they discovered there was something in the ground that absolutely stopped decomposition of dead bodies.<br /><br />Anyway, earlier tenants were "evicted" and they kind of lay around the graveyard, some still fully dressed in l9th century garb--and fully preserved.<br />The natural mummies were soon found and relocated to store fronts and other viewable places as tourists got wind of the Mummies of Guanajato, and came to see them in the thousands.<br />All over town you can see the mummies some standing upright like old wooden drugstore Indians in the U.S. and some in glass display cases.<br />I tried to make off with a mummy, but no sooner did I try to move it from its former gravesite, than I swear I heard "Dejalo!"--'Leave me alone' in Spanish. I will never again tamper with what seemed a live mummy...Or could it have been the Mescal I was drinking?<br /><br />I am somehow still haunted by that experience.<br />The dead who would not decompose, corrode or wither.<br />You can see them if you ever visit Guanajuato State in Mexico.ivanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05662075375182633162noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472248634214972357.post-56412210308228392342011-06-17T01:37:02.212+05:302011-06-17T01:37:02.212+05:30You tell a lot with this wonderful poem!
I like w...You tell a lot with this wonderful poem!<br /><br />I like walking around graveyards, thinking aobut the fact that there is something to tell about each single grave..., but I have no intention to occupy a place myself (ashes...).PeterParishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09694538476960957295noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472248634214972357.post-14782171482424981362011-06-12T21:34:28.880+05:302011-06-12T21:34:28.880+05:30such images.
I would like to write more but need ...such images.<br /><br />I would like to write more but need to sit with this one for a bit I suppose.Garyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08715784900659276067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472248634214972357.post-53565174104126183922011-06-11T23:40:22.391+05:302011-06-11T23:40:22.391+05:30Mona, sad and sweet. I love walking thru cemetarie...Mona, sad and sweet. I love walking thru cemetaries.jodihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01798858210138821711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472248634214972357.post-26566172192150823432011-06-11T07:38:01.986+05:302011-06-11T07:38:01.986+05:30This really lingers, Mona!
Like dust in your hair...This really lingers, Mona!<br /><br />Like dust in your hair perhaps ;)<br />I cannot believe the ruckus the weather causes you all over there. Goodness! <br /><br />--snowsnowelfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06774922203013114354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472248634214972357.post-15932523173370392072011-06-10T17:23:59.562+05:302011-06-10T17:23:59.562+05:30I feel a sense of loss in the packing and stacking...I feel a sense of loss in the packing and stacking and then the waiting for the color to come.the walking manhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10058913927297370740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472248634214972357.post-40755490423696575172011-06-10T07:24:00.888+05:302011-06-10T07:24:00.888+05:30((((((MONA))))))
Great One Shot((((((MONA))))))<br /><br />Great One ShotG-Manhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14968807697181554781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472248634214972357.post-48838409751922180942011-06-10T03:56:40.564+05:302011-06-10T03:56:40.564+05:30i find them a serene place. a refuge. perhaps i ...i find them a serene place. a refuge. perhaps i am strange.limehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17259558876349307173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472248634214972357.post-31383129249589422242011-06-09T19:25:03.947+05:302011-06-09T19:25:03.947+05:30Death is the reality, yet it is not decomposition ...Death is the reality, yet it is not decomposition but dissolution.<br /><br />The opening three lines straight hit the deepest core. The landscape of the dead where physical, emotional, metaphysical..all scenes changeSHUBHAJIThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07922572955753398337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472248634214972357.post-14151718613602474752011-06-09T01:53:02.692+05:302011-06-09T01:53:02.692+05:30Oh I did love this :) Death is such a reality for ...Oh I did love this :) Death is such a reality for me, being in and out of hospital - and then of course, being a poet, one is fascinated by death - so reading poetry in pretty English graveyards is a rather easy way of combining the two. You understand that walk over the souls perfectly.Shaistahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00259344471712162333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472248634214972357.post-72486214622710295772011-06-09T00:11:48.637+05:302011-06-09T00:11:48.637+05:30This is your best poem yet!This is your best poem yet!ivanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05662075375182633162noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472248634214972357.post-21368845704872107612011-06-08T23:58:30.047+05:302011-06-08T23:58:30.047+05:30The seperation between life and death is small...a...The seperation between life and death is small...and it is indeed true that:<br /><br />"nowhere does the scene change so fast<br />as the landscape of the dead"<br /><br />only the living would know this...well done!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472248634214972357.post-28619775817796737572011-06-08T23:54:23.857+05:302011-06-08T23:54:23.857+05:30That's a pretty good poem. Love the opening v...That's a pretty good poem. Love the opening verse.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472248634214972357.post-40996697279727451292011-06-08T23:46:58.716+05:302011-06-08T23:46:58.716+05:30"nowhere does the scene change so fast
as the..."nowhere does the scene change so fast<br />as the landscape of the dead"<br /><br />Very true... new arrivals are always checking in. Especially like the splashes of color at the end of your poem. Nicely done.dustushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07796500077556153584noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472248634214972357.post-67628301403770431702011-06-08T23:46:11.431+05:302011-06-08T23:46:11.431+05:30graveyards have always held an allure to me...i gr...graveyards have always held an allure to me...i grew up with one in the back yard and many a summer tended the soil between them...and flowers would grow, fed from below...death, life, death, life...Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.com