Pere Lachaise in ParisFlower petals rain from heaven,
An angel watches over.
Tangled branches beginning to bloom,
Rebirth.
A timeworn frame holds fragments of tinted glass.
Light pours through reflecting
Softly tinted memories
What do you hold on to when you are broken?
Layers of time past and present, light pours through the broken stained glass renders Mary holding a faceless Jesus.
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"he stood at the dry well
under the blush of eastern sky
and looked in
heard the shadows
of water lapping the stone wall
and the crack
of a pebble skittering down
through slivered light to
silvered shadow
what is darkness but
a pool of color resting
awaiting replenishment
shadow is only
waiting for
the return of light"
Find me a Bluebird
While at Pere Lachaise cemetery I came across this tomb which made me gasp out loud. The child's blue eyes caught mine, her ruby lips smiled, the iron gate delicately designed with flowers.
The sorrow of death and the hope of an afterlife.
Pere Lachaise captivates
with its silence, tombs, loved ones honored...
stray cats wander as if playing hide and seek with one another.
Fragmented stone statues, engraved words, iron gates that are unlocked... Names of people of the past and bouquets of memories with dried petals.
Messages of life and death are within the walls that surround it.
A larger than life stone statue sits with her eyes closed,
her arms are broken
her lips partly open as if she might utter a word.
Stories vanished underfoot.
Do they re bloom within us?
