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| Red Roofs, Marc Chagall, 1954 |
If I could rise above
these roofs
red with the blood of history
If I could dance on
these streets
stained with tears
If I could walk in
this moonlight
casting shadows on our memories
I would still bring flowers
to lay on the graves.
submitted for The Mag 113
14 comments:
What a wonderful interpretation of the image...history speaks to me so often. I dream of changing some things in my own history, but I must lay flowers on the graves of my mistakes.
Pretty humble.
touching...i like to walk among the graves...and even when we rise above we should remember...
Beautiful and powerful
Superb write.
Anna :o]
Ah, perhaps you can... this write suggests you can. Love it.
Nice and evocative.
Some places just have a history that slaps you in the face.
'if I could' ... great Mag, Mouse!
Beautiful Lola...
Very poignant. Love the red blood of history, streets stained with tears, and the shadows of memory......this poem really struck my heart, especially the flowers on the graves.....
Ah... memories works wonderfully here!
Colourfully poignant. A bunch of red red roses came to mind....x
love love love this!
Well said, indeed.
Blogger has just caused a blip and given me the screen which would let me post on your blog! Oo er!
Second attempt brought up this comment box, though...
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