today and I dreamed
last night of a child who cried
lonely tears for me
| Tu ne sais pas quoi? Et pourquoi la faucheuse? Pour moi la faucheuse est plus une representation anthropomorphique de la mort et que n'a concretement aucune realite. Je pense que c'est tres interessant. Et la photographie ... est un? Hm. Comment dis tu "moth" in Francais? Papillon de nuit? |
Excusez le manque d'accents! Oh, my. I never speak French.
Switching languages before I start speaking Frecilian, or Sicench or something really demented like Sicenglench.
Like I said, I find this really interesting. Obviously the reference of "Death" automatically makes this haunting, & I think too -- as I was saying about the use of Faucheuse vs. Mort, it gives this a more abstract angle, that works well with the aspect of the dream, the sadness. I was left with the same impression as Jacob, a child-you mourning a more adult-you. Or maybe it is the other way around.
I especially like that first line. It is so uniquely phrased with that "and". & the slant rhyme with "dreamed/me" & even though it is only three lines, it reads very finished, but leaves me very intrigued & thoughtful too, if not a bit quiet.
|| Posted on 2011-08-06 00:00:00 | by Santi | [ Reply to This ] || completely off the subject...|
monarchs have been at my butterfly bush of late and i had this thought about wings, or moreso, having monarch wings spread out into the great expanse to flit and fly about. random-like. oh, how i'd flap and float on the sweetest breeze if one should pass me by.
maybe it was my six year old me smiling inside. maybe not. but the thought was nice while i carried it across the way and left it there until now.
recently too, i've become an ant killer. i have to admit that, because i generally talk about how i don't kill bugs. i prefer to let them live if at all possible. but they found their way into my cat food. so i windexed them (something i picked up from my mother). but after two days and a thousand deaths later, i just moved the food to the other side of the island. i wish i had thought about that two days earlier. i would feel better about it all at least.
but death is only permanent for the living. (or that is my take on it all).
this makes me feel like trying to capture the beauty of something but somehow crushing it out by accident.
just some thoughts...
|| Posted on 2011-08-02 00:00:00 | by isabella | [ Reply to This ] || i sensed growing up and finding real life not what we imagined in our fairy tales of what was to come...|
the child in me cried for the adult...and i wish i could wake up and find it all a dream...and that i was still the innocent i was then...
a lovely senyru here...
could be seen many ways...just a word or two can spawn mulitiple ideas...words are wonderful that way..and you make great use of them here with the brevity ...
|| Posted on 2011-08-02 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] || I got this sense of viewing one's loved ones in an afterlife. |
Nobody wants to see that, you would wish that you could be with that person, especially one so young, and comfort them.
|| Posted on 2011-08-02 00:00:00 | by OneDarkFlame92 | [ Reply to This ] |