Don’t Throw Arrows When You Can Caress Blues

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins? Edgar Allan Poe

© Don’t Throw Arrows When You Can Caress Blues

Suspended and motionless,

Wrapped in the firmament and

Touching evening’s gossamer soul,

And feeling equally ethereal.

Sitting on the edge of the world?

Finish your medical smoke;

Here, take away this empty glass,

I’ll drink from the bottle.

Tangled in moonlight’s shadows

When wind songs whispered long ago,

We buried you in the garden you loved so much;

Now you are pushing up our daisies.

Mimi Wolske

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(Painting: "Alma descansando en la sombra" / "Soul Resting on Shadow", oil on canvas, 70 x 60 cm. approx, 2005, Helene Knoop)