One
last
silent tear falls
“WHY?”
whispered echoes in the trees
*
Sculpted beauty
stone cold
veined marble
“here lies…
…cherished by many
…embraced by few …
thought of passionately by one”
*
you held me
too soon released
love longed for
world dreamt of
gone the moment
darkness slipped
her icy fingers
wiped free of guilt
dagger’s voice
entombed
This fiction evolved from a heartfelt epitaph of lost love to an epitaph of one wronged in love. I hope you enjoyed the ending…
The sculpture is an amazing commissioned piece entitled “Asleep” by talented Australian artist Peter Schipperheyn
I pulled this from an archive that was submitted to: G-Man’s Friday Flash Fiction Fun Fest and the A to Z April writing challenge for the letter “E.
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Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. One of the many exciting things I've had the honor of doing is writing and publishing in multiple genres (including education) in E. African for E. Africa. As a writer, it is a thrill to write for children (on all continents) who want to learn.
I've been part of the blogging community for more than 13 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2011 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the co-producer of that fast growing blog community.
I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers.
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Beautiful and sad–lovely!
J.C. Martin
A to Z Blogger
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brilliant. the lines “sculpted beauty / stone cold / veined marble” made it for me. i can’t even put it into words but somehow but there is such feeling in this poem and sadness. i love (:
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yeah i def get the wronged by love part…i like the strong descriptors moon…
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It really started as a love til the end epitaph
blame the having 55 word thing
the dagger just stealthyly slide in
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Chilling, “thought of passionately…” – is it death or sleep?
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oh I dont think that one is rising again
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I feared so, just love your poems 🙂
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A bit early eh Moon?
Well….At least you remembered
Very serious and moving 55
Thanks for playing, and thanks for your loyalty,
and please have a Kick Ass Week-End
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Anonymous?
This is G-Man
Grrrrrrrrrr
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well at least you didnt wish me a kick the bucket weekend 🙂
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An intriguing story woven into the poem…well done IMHO.
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Saying wow really doesn’t do this piece justice, I know. But. Wow. Read it a couple of times and once out loud…good good stuff.
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Oh, this is beautiful and haunting, Leslie.
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That is one amazing sculture. And your words do it justice. Very nice.
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