Words of a painter about art, painting and other thoughts about life, death and things that get in the way. I began my blog 2010.
I love the idea of leaving faults for others to find!💞 Lovely write.
It sounds like death came to him as he was doing what he so loved........You are right about no fault - usually misunderstanding. But people do want to cling to their versions.......that is where the fault line lies. I liked that line about theunsuspecting falling into thecrevice, up to their ass in alligators. LOL.
Death is the only certainty in life. It would be lovely to die in your own bed rather than from misadventure or worse.
being somewhat of a fatalist I haven't put a lot of thought into "the end" I must admit however your poem has planted a seed in my mind..
He owned his end, so to speak, expected some day, but not that day. Who's fault is it anyway? An age old question. Both of your poems are food for thought and Fault was entertaining and lively. Liked them both. :-)
I like the warning about Taos and the mountain: "The mountain either loves youOr you will go screaming out of here". I can imagine every place has its mountain to test those living there.
Responding to your poem FAULT: I'm a fan of these words..."My faultYour faultThe fault of the whole damn universe." Some issues are so traumatic and life changing that deciding who's responsible doesn't matter.
About fault, we humans are really good at pointing a finger, finding the culprit, laying blame,instead of looking for healing and a solution. Yes, sometimes there is none, but that shouldn't prevent us from looking for one. Endings are also beginnings, and Taos is a place I have always wanted to visit,Elizabeth
I love your trio Annell, your educational history tour of Taos, the selfless sharing of the sad loss of your husband (the last two stanzas being especially poignant) and then your wisdom of where fault lies – or doesn’t.Lovely reads.Anna :o]
Such remarkable writing; your words sparkle!
Would love to visit your city, New Mexico Annell ~
Death indeed, the final stop. Very true, it will come- just we don't know, how and when.
What will we be singing at the end... I LOVE that concept! Makes one remember to live like today is one's last...
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