SURREALITY DREAMER

mvaljean525:

What silences we keep, year after year
With those who are most near to us, and dear!
We live beside each other day by day,
And speak of myriad things, but seldom say
The full, sweet word that lies within our reach
Beneath the common ground of common speech.

Then out of sight and out of reach they go —
Those close, familiar ones who loved us so;
And, sitting in the shadow they have left,
Alone with loneliness, and sore bereft,
We think with vain regret of some fond word
That once we might have said and they have heard.

This is the cruel cross of life — to be
Full visioned only when the ministry
Of death has been fulfilled, and in the place
Of some dear presence is but empty space.
What recollected services can then
Give consolation for the “might have been”?

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Too Late

Nora Perry 1831-1896

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Graphic - Jeffrey Chong Wang (B.1979)

weepingwidar:

Oda Iselin Sønderland (Norwegian/Irish, 1996) - Melk (Milk) (2019)

ffoart:

these things find their way to the surface (part 2))

redlipstickresurrected:

Tetsuya Ishida aka 石田 徹也 aka Ishida Tetsuya (Japanese, 1973-2005, b. Yaizu, Shizuoka, Japan, d. Machida, Tokyo, Japan) - Untitled, 2002, Paintings: Acrylic on Canvas laid on Board

laughinggwynplaine:

David Alexander Colville (Canadian, 1920–2013) Woman with Revolver, 1987

mvaljean525:

Cat, Bat, Whackity Whack
Bad guys attacking: Splat
Dim dum throw out the bums
That’s that, time for a snack

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Graphic - Zoé Byland (B.1975)