“Queen Anne Lace” by Jan Allmon
distance spilled from the sky
onto pastures of mourning
white lace umbels caught up
in the wavewash of grief
inflorescent soft stippling
on acres of anguish where
memories leapt from these
delicate clusters of sorrow
where death gave impossible
miles to the valley of mist
between breathing and entropy
intimate yesterdays rolled
to a sudden svelte silence
From my book Inside the Smoke
Writer Lynne Sargent
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
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thanks again, Ron
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Beautiful
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thank you, Celestine
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Some incredible word usage here, Paul! Especially love, “wavewash of grief.”
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much appreciated, Patti
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No problem, it was one of my favorites.
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This is one of my favourites, Paul. Great job.
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that means a lot to me, richard
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It really was great
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Special.
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cheers
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The land speaks to all of her children, but many, especially in today’s world, are not able to hear the words. For me there is a belabored breath that it exhales when I visit such spots special to me, and sometimes I wonder whether she will thrive yet again.
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I appreciate your thoughtful comment
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I don’t think I’ve known of this experience to be summed up as beautifully as the last two lines of this. Thank you for that. The other reason I like reading your work is that I learn new words (umbels for today). Also thank you for your follow, likes, and support as I try to get my fledgling blog off the ground. I automatically smile when I see your name. 🙂
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oops, no follow, but thanks for likes
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my pleasure
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I will always treasure this lovely comment
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Exquisite writing, makes me feel the sharp pain of sudden loss again.
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sorry to cause any pain
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No problem–just shows your good writing.
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Love so much “pastures of mourning” and “delicate clusters if sorrow”– beautiful!!
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thanks dearly,ellen
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site is really marvelous. Thank you for sharing and Greetings from Gede Prama 🙂
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Powerful yet concise. Top stuff x x x
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much appreciated
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Such sad thief described to fit with memories too beautiful to conquer it. Death shall die truly, one day.
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your comment moves me
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I’ve witnessed these pastures very recently, and you’ve captured them beautifully.
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for me they were a memory
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I really love this paul♡
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thank you most kindly, candice
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My pleasure
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