I love this poem Chris…
I don’t know which words I could use to describe this picture, maybe sometimes it’s better to just let the picture describe itself and feeling each emotion it gives us.
Grey is somber, for sure. But it is one of my new favorite colors. It combines the extremes of light and dark. For me, it symbolizes balance and softness.
Your poem is about loss. Life. Death. Sadness. Somewhere in all the emotions, we have to find our balance. That’s the grey area–the soft spot.
Beautiful!!! I completely understand. Right now I live in a world of grey. I’ve had too much loss in my life in too short of a space of time. Sometimes when something happens and I laugh it startles me and I feel a little guilty for enjoying myself but at the same time I know it means that I am healing and I am grateful for those small bursts of color. ♥x♥
Thank you Karen. xo It’s wonderful when colour can find its way back into our worlds again. I hope you laugh without holding back, because you’re right – you’re healing. As for guilt, he’s a shady character who tries to creep in where he doesn’t belong. Banish him! xD
Your words resonate within my being… I know your path. The only other thing I know for sure is that the grey lightens… in time… big hugs and much bright colour be yours, chickie xo
raw words from the heart- the picture to me sweetie- shows that love, respect and caring is still in everyone’s heart, though someone has gone on- so many people are forgotten
hugs!!!
Thank you! I was afraid it might seem obvious but it’s a true representation of how I feel when I visit that gravestone – especially when I’m with my parents and see their reactions to it.
I love the line
Color fades beneath the grey
it is so true. Happiness seems
to be filled with color. Sadness
a blank grey. This is an insightful
poem on the feelings of grief.
Christine Noels 
I love this poem Chris…
I don’t know which words I could use to describe this picture, maybe sometimes it’s better to just let the picture describe itself and feeling each emotion it gives us.
– Anto
Thank you sweetheart. Words don’t need to be used when I know you understand the depth of those emotions. That picture breaks my heart.
Grey is somber, for sure. But it is one of my new favorite colors. It combines the extremes of light and dark. For me, it symbolizes balance and softness.
Your poem is about loss. Life. Death. Sadness. Somewhere in all the emotions, we have to find our balance. That’s the grey area–the soft spot.
Combining extremes. I like that. 🙂
Beautiful!!! I completely understand. Right now I live in a world of grey. I’ve had too much loss in my life in too short of a space of time. Sometimes when something happens and I laugh it startles me and I feel a little guilty for enjoying myself but at the same time I know it means that I am healing and I am grateful for those small bursts of color. ♥x♥
Thank you Karen. xo It’s wonderful when colour can find its way back into our worlds again. I hope you laugh without holding back, because you’re right – you’re healing. As for guilt, he’s a shady character who tries to creep in where he doesn’t belong. Banish him! xD
Your words resonate within my being… I know your path. The only other thing I know for sure is that the grey lightens… in time… big hugs and much bright colour be yours, chickie xo
Many years have passed since we lost my brother but his absence is always felt – especially during holidays. Thank you dear. Hugs back!
raw words from the heart- the picture to me sweetie- shows that love, respect and caring is still in everyone’s heart, though someone has gone on- so many people are forgotten
hugs!!!
Thanks Kimber. I snapped this with my phone so the quality isn’t good but it says so much about my family. Hugs!
The way you express yourself in poetry makes it seem effortless. Very fluent and natural, to me that’s real talent.
That’s a beautiful comment Gilly! Thank you very much. 🙂
I love the poem and the photography is amazing. The choice to eliminate or highlight minimal color is spot on.
Thank you! I was afraid it might seem obvious but it’s a true representation of how I feel when I visit that gravestone – especially when I’m with my parents and see their reactions to it.
I love the line
Color fades beneath the grey
it is so true. Happiness seems
to be filled with color. Sadness
a blank grey. This is an insightful
poem on the feelings of grief.