Dying/Dead? Zinnia
My candle burns at
neither end
It lasts too many
nights;
Oh, my friends, and oh,
my foes
I miss it’s lovely
light.
~Marion, with apologies to Edna St. Vincent Millay
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"Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics,
even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation." ~Tennessee
Williams, "The Rose Tattoo"
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4 comments:
Hope all is well, ML....
quid
"It can't rain all the time."
is it simply this time of year or is this time of year without distraction and thereby burns us with (ironically) its light? i don't know. something else? but damn, this january is hard.
hope it is only this time of the year, marion, and that the shift in the calendar brings some repair)))
xo
erin
Lynn, Trav, thanks for the kins words. I'm okay. I appreciate y'all. xo
Erin, illness, ageing, pain, life, pain. You know. The cold seems to lessen me, makes me go within my shell where the pain lives. It's not a pretty place. Yes, time heals, no? Love you. xo
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