"...and our faces, my heart, brief as photos..." John Berger
gorgeous poem - very fitting. have you ever heard a song by Edwin McCain called Ghosts of Jackson Square? This poem reminds me of that wonderful song. very evocative.
Oh my goodness, your first two stanzas are wonderful! From graves to grass. The sound devices and images are very good.
Grace as a nail-painted woman in a lace dress in a graveyard. Why of course. And you found her. Yes, yes, yes.
Thanks for your comments! It does need a bit of tweaking but what a great writing prompt! I thoroughly enjoyed it.
i like the grass stains.
This poem is sooo thought provoking and mysterious. i absolutely love it! thanks for sharing.
Love this. All of it. Reminds me of my dear, conservative great-grandma who took to painting her nails only after her rigid husband died. Grace in the graveyard. Yes.
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