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A Sense of Loss

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Oh, Dear.

Where have you gone,
can you not see me,
hear me, feel me near?

Why are you so still,
so very quiet,
unlike you, like this?

Oh fear,
something is amiss, Dear.

I cannot see, touch, nor hear,
just sense cold, an absence,
you’re no longer here.

I don’t know what to do,
but I cannot stay,
like this, without you. 

Oh dear.

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I don’t often try poetry, but when I saw this image, Woman with Long Hair by Man Ray (1929), and read my friend Björn Rudberg’s (real poet) poem RAPUNZEL’S MIRANDA… I knew I wanted to try something. The old photograph immediately reminded me of Graceland Cemetery in Chicago, a deep sadness came over me and I felt a sense of loss.

So, here’s my entry for Kerry O’Conner’s Real Toads ~ Camera Flash!

 

 

 

SCREAM… In an Imaginary Garden

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SCREAM… In an Imaginary Garden

On the Northside of Chicago, a telephone rings…

“Hi, Cheryl, it’s me Ethel, have you decided!”

“Which Ethel?”

“What do you mean which? I’m the only one you know.”

“Haha, decided what?”

“Your costume!”

“I told you, I don’t do Halloween, and I’m not coming over to help you hand out candy to brats.”

“Pleeease.”

“Okay, I’ll wear a scream mask.”

“Because you love the movie?”

“Because you make me want to scream.”

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Ethel and Cheryl decided to take part in the costume party at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads today.  Mama Zen wants us to write about our Halloween costume in 65 words or less at toads.  My friend Björn Rudberg wrote an interesting poem today and introduced me to Mama Zen.

 

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