Thursday 1 March 2012

Asleep






color of morning is white
and cold


freezing rain falls on her face unheeded
eyes closed,     


she hears crashing
waves of sea,  sun-drenched words 


leaping, reaching her core in 
unending refrain


she moves closer, marveling
connection 


the string, she cannot cut 
not even in death.


so she sleeps
bubble-wrapped in marble,  


waiting for his rebirth.






Posted for Poets United:   Think Tank:   Rebirth - I read some of the posts and thought I will take another route to the theme.        
And Flash Fiction Friday 55:   Tell a story in 55 words - For the G-Man.   Thanks for the visit.

"In 1987 I was asked by his Widow Christina to carve a figure called "Asleep" in Carrara marble as his gravestone. " 

ArtistPeter Schipperheyn, born Melbourne Australia 1955-  Title:  "Asleep"  carved 1987 Dimensions: 460 mm in height by 2020 mm in length by 800 mm in depth [life-size figure].  Medium:Carrara Statuario Marble. Present locationMt Macedon Cemetery, Mt Macedon. Victoria.


Story and view of the sculpture in another angle:
http://www.peterschipperheyn.com/asleep.htm   


picture source:   http://imgur.com/gallery/BeefO    

31 comments:

  1. This is powerful Grace... especially the last three lines!

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  2. I've seen that gravestone before, but your words give it much more meaning than just having seen the picture.
    Gentle, vivid, lovely.

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    1. It is a haunting photo. Thanks for the visit ~

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  3. sweet and sad yet there is an air of hope even if just in the far off memory

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  4. Now THAT is some gravestone. I adore your poem. I think the fellow lying under that stone might have a hard time sleeping:)

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  5. Grace...
    This pierces the Soul!
    Fantastic 55 My Friend.
    Thanks for taking the time out of your busy schedule to play today,
    Have a Kick Ass Week-End

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  6. Didn't even need the pic, you described it perfectly. It is kind of haunting a bit though and nice leaving it with some hope though, have a nice night at your show.

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  7. eep...lol sherry....bubble wrapped in marble...nice....hope that rebirth comes...

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  8. A touching account of the one left behind.

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  9. A beautiful and sad poem. Lovely images and apt words for your theme.
    Thank you for your kind comment on my blog!

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  10. So cold the descriptions of the first few lines and that of marble suggest timeless, inside a preservation of love that is warm. Beautiful write. :)

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  11. I love "bubble-wrapped in marble."

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  12. Excellent, almost like a fairy tale in the making, very creative angle on the prompt.

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  13. Quite wonderful.....your poem and also the sculpture.

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  14. A beautiful poem and tribute. The photo really brings it home. This was an amazing story that I had never heard before. Thank you for sharing it and your poem.

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  15. Wow, that is some gravestone sculpture. Beautiful, but eerie. Your poem is a wonderful complement to the sculpture!

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  16. Grace,
    I loved your imagery, it so describes the beauty, then you shock us.
    I loved it, sad but so describes this fragile passage of time.
    I have to read it again : )

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  17. You sure have a kncak of capturing beauty.

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  18. I like the flow and tempo, Grace. The words make the image even more lively. Well done.

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  19. Wow! Just, wow!

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  20. Your poem is wonderful and stands alone, but when the sculpture is explained, it really expands the meaning and takes one to another level. I enjoyed this so much.

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  21. "bubble-wrapped in marble"

    Wow, that is cool.

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  22. wonderful.yes, you have treated the theme unconventionally. :)

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  23. lovely poem and very striking image...

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  24. just beautiful.

    :)

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  25. nice poem ,and that is one very interesting and lovely grave... if graves can be called lovely. I'd like a grave like that with a naked hunk lying forever on top of me :)

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