3.25.2013

OVERHEARD IN AN OLD GRAVEYARD WHILE PONDERING WHAT ENDURES: THE WEATHER-BEATEN BACKSIDE OF LOVING FAREWELLS


She said, Are we breaking up?


He said, What is there to break up?



The drizzle thickened. And I could not help but think, as between people there is nothing like the flaking slate, the dense granite, to break up.

I suppose.


And then I could not help but think, O lord,


Inure us this day to the tiny mortifications of our hearts...


...that we may press on...


...without a sinking feeling.

22 comments:

mary said...

So beautiful, the tree enveloping the the gravestone as an embrace. Thank you.
Mary

katrinakenison said...

Poetry in words and pictures. You say much with so little. Lovely, lovely.

Petra said...

Once again, extraordinary photos, Dominique!

Glittermoon Cards said...

Just lovely. And you have no idea just how pertinent on this day, today. Thank you.

Ralph said...

more depression, sadness coming thru

Jill said...

I think wandering through old graveyards is best done on sunny, warm days. Your photographs are stunning. Words of wisdom. Thank you.

ilana nilsen said...

Am I the only one who wanted to lean in and smack the guy across the back of his head?

sam said...

of all the things you've written (and i've been reading your words for a very, very long time) this is one of the most beautiful...i'm only sorry it was born from turmoil rather than some sort of joy. as always, i wish you well. odd as it may sound (coming from someone you've never met) i feel there is something wonderful coming to you and your lovely heart...soon...

Martine Frampton said...

thank you, this is beautiful

William said...

Dominique,


Were magic mushrooms a part of this wandering through the graveyard? :)

Polly in Salem said...

Dominique, Thank you so much for sharing with us all. As an artist, you see so well what others might miss and convey the essence so beautifully.

Judith A. Ross said...

Beautiful, a bit melancholy, but I sense some humor in there as well. These gravestones remind me of the ones in my town's historic cemeteries. Last January, I visited one a little closer to you. The visit was a little sad, but life-affirming too. http://judithaross.com/2013/01/28/a-tree-grows-in-brooklyn-with-apologies-to-betty-smith/

slowlovelife said...

hilarious! never tried them actually. but in a graveyard so evocative one doesn't need any help....perhaps eavesdropping is the magic mushroom....!

slowlovelife said...

Thank you Sam! and actually, the writing of this--and the taking of the pictures--did feel quite joyful, in that strange way that noticing things can lift your spirit.... we know there is heartbreak all around us (joy too of course)--whether other peoples' or our own--odd place to hear it though, in a graveyard, but then again, why not? quite romantic. and glad to hear of your premonition!

slowlovelife said...

hilarious! I decided not to interfere with the thought process. or whatever process was on display. as opposed to my usual leaning in mode....!

slowlovelife said...

No depression in these quarters, I can assure you! Yes, I feel sad for the small (and large) heartbreaks all of us suffer, but they are part of growth! Life happens on a mountainous emotional terrain--peaks and valleys--but the view is always fascinating.

Darlene said...

Very beautiful, Judith.

Darlene said...

Thank you, Dominique. Without your eye for beauty and trusty camera, I would have never seen the pink in the bark, the gold in the stone, and the blue in the rocks on the ground.

William said...

Must have been the eavesdropping then…. because as I scrolled through the photographs and the words of your post I was thinking that here must have been ‘magic mushrooms’ in play here as it seemed all too familiar – not that I ever ate ‘magic mushrooms’ and wandered through graveyards after a night of pot-smoking and tequila shots back in college or anything of the sort!

William said...

Must have been the eavesdropping then…. because as I scrolled through the photographs and the words of your post I was thinking that there must have been ‘magic mushrooms’ in play here – not that I ever ate ‘magic mushrooms’ and wandered through graveyards after a night of pot-smoking and tequila shots back in college or anything of the sort!

warren said...

great pix D.

Allison Cobb said...

This reminds me of a line from William Carlos Williams: Break a rock! What's a thousand years?