What Happens When It's All Over

Bnoeyard

A fearsome lock
On a broken gate:
The last word
On what happens
When it's all over:
The sun shines equally
On your back and mine
The breeze sifts through
The pine boughs
The apples braid their way
Out of the graveyard
And into the wilderness.
Deer graze. Hawks glide.
The sun rises, rises, rises.
And we are here
Where the sun will continue to rise.
We will continue to be here.
All is well.

Comments

  1. Anonymous7:16 PM

    You must be busy! What a cool picture together with your words-
    "The sun shines equally
    On your back and mine
    The breeze sifts through
    The pine boughs
    The apples braid their way
    Out of the graveyard
    And into the wilderness" Really liked these lines Sandy-

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  2. You are good! Both with words and camera. I love visiting you!

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  3. 'A fearsome lock' - this picture did give me a chill, as I'm writing a story about a character who was once a prisoner and has scars from the shackles he once wore. I really get into my characters' heads!

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  4. Such an amazing photograph and beautiful words....I really like this. Your blog is very moving... I will continue reading back. Thank you so much for sharing.
    Smiles

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  5. what a great poem to go along with your wonderful Pic Sandy!

    What a fun day that was too, thank you for sharing it with me!

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  6. Used up,
    I still have value
    rusted,
    I still serves a purpose
    if for no other reason then
    poetic notions ---
    I am still useful
    I am inspiring

    Sandy this picture is speaking to me ... inspiring me. Thank you.

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  7. I feel like this picture looks. I miss my pine trees. I can see, feel hear the wind sifting...

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  8. love the rusty lock and the thoughtful words...

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  9. I liked the detachment, as well as the equanimity here,

    nice poem, Sandy :)

    wishes,
    devika

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  10. Grave and deep
    but wreathed in nature
    and hope
    at the end.

    well done, Sandy!
    Aloha-

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  11. love the pic and poetry... you have mad skills :)

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  12. Interesting find and comparison. Isn't it something what kinds of things we photograph in this digital age that inspire us to write so beautifully?

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  13. Wonderful photo in perfect light.
    I so enjoy your poetry! When I remember to visit you I can feel my heart lean forward in anticipation of what you have written this time...

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  14. Excellent post, Sandy. Like the image and the fine poem.
    I often think with amazement the world was existing and the sun was shining before our birth.

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  15. you've matched a really nice photo with very reflective words.

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  16. Awesome photography Sandy, and thank you for popping onto my blog, I appreciate your comments!

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  17. powerful words and photo!

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  18. What a powerful image. Both the photo and the word picture. Just ... so Sandy.

    I really love your work.

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  19. An excellent poem to round off the picture.

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  20. Ok, the fence/gate reminds me of a cemetery, the sun is not allowed to shine when it's over.

    You have a way with words. :)

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  21. Anonymous11:58 AM

    Amen, amen!

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  22. Anonymous1:49 PM

    then... the chance is closed.

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  23. Anonymous1:55 PM

    When it's all over:
    The sun shines equally
    On your back and mine

    Sandy,
    Great writing and the perfect picture with it.

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  24. So very true, Sandy. I came back from my visit home, feeling just like that. It has been a intense struggle for me for 4 years or so. This poem speaks directly to my heart. Great job!

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  25. A marvelous musing . . . with an intriguing photo.

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