Painting ©Gogo 1968
The dead never die,
they murmur deep in the bone,
coursing in the blood,
touching the grass, the green hills,
with their immortal fingers.
Tanka: The dead never die
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Painting ©Gogo 1968
The dead never die,
they murmur deep in the bone,
coursing in the blood,
touching the grass, the green hills,
with their immortal fingers.
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It feels like the painting was done afterwards to honour your words. Bravo.
I can’t decide if I find the painting peaceful or chilling, so I suppose it’s appropriate for our ambivalent feelings about death.
A peacefully haunted painting perhaps!
Exactly 🙂
I do love your writing style. Your creepy ones are the best! They send shivers down my spine Every. Single. Time .
And I wasn’t even trying then 🙂 Thanks Sonali! I rather like frightening myself, almost as much as making myself cry.
I didn’t read this as creepy. I was thinking more of how the dead remain in our memories.
That was how I intended it, but everybody has a different attitude to death.