You wouldn't understand

The dead lay around here.




I am troubled by the Idea of our souls knowing more than us
Like a ghost in the machine.
The dead lay around here, here where I sit now

I can see her as though she might be sitting there still.
Catatonic, like when I saw her last.
Finger nails turning black and yellow eyes falling into the pillow.
Now, my eyes see only that, in black foam and needle blood.
Giving health to the fever-stricken ghost.

19 comments:

  1. amazing.as always;]
    so good to see you back,hope you're bit better these days....
    glad you liked my poem,i just saw your reply,for some reason,blogspot is not sending me info about replies to my comments...

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  2. Thank you guys. This is my memorial.

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  3. we are using our form to further our upward progression...not always a comforting thought when it so often entails great sorrow, horror. you are brave to honor her this way.

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  4. That is so nice to say. I feel that horror and progression are closely related.

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  5. it seems to be a necessary tandem

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  6. I disappear for a week, Ellen, and you take all these photographs! I should book more holidays--a big correlation here, everyone can see it.
    Hana & you make the best tag team ever in the world.

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  7. I didn't see your response till much later, but it's really unfortunate that the health care system was so shabby. I don't know exactly what NHS is like, since I'm from America, but hopefully that's not where we are going (I don't know though, I tend to be clueless about the news).

    That sounds like a beautiful outfit. I would save the clothing, but that's just me. Others are a bit more forward moving, but I like to collect memory. From the sound of it though, she seemed to be a very well-dressed mother, so I'm sure her closet could be inspirational and useful.

    I'm glad to see that you are doing very well for someone in your place. Much love and support.
    _Tiffany

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  8. I hear rumours of a similar system coming into place in America but I hope it doesn't.
    You guys have a much much better system.

    It was beautiful indeed, although I did keep her jewellery.

    Thank you for your support.

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  9. These are so breathtakingly beautiful... I am in awe, almost mesmerized.
    I admire your strength and talent to process things and feeling through your art.
    Extraordinary.

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  10. absolutely stunning. so hauntingly beautiful. you have such a unique style, i love your blog.

    Ellen at The Raven and the Cellar Door

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  11. Ellen! your blog is very lovely, thank you for your kindness.

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  12. Helen, Thank you for saying so, I very much feel a sense of release when I transfer emotions into imagery. I think it maybe cheaper than therapy also.

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  13. save it all for your book!/much love lindha

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  15. *The last comment didn't go through for some odd reason:*

    I wholeheartedly agree with Hannah - the second image is just perfection.

    Oh Ellen, I'm sure you get this all the time, but I admire you so, so much. You are magic. You and your works of art (I say this because they are NOT simply photographs - they are so much more) are perfection. I wish I could just spend a few days with you .. going to the woods, making art, talking about life .. my heart and mind soar to the depths of the milky way just thinking about it.


    I'm so sorry to hear about your mother - stay strong.
    xx Samuel

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  16. Hi there Samuel,

    I am very touched by this comment, Thank you.
    Your photography is wonderful.
    You are not missing much, mostly I spend my days with my head in my hands complaining. Perhaps you yearn for escapism too?

    Thank you so much for your sympathies.

    X

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