Grief disrobes
me bare and cold
Anger burns
my hold on faith
Pounding fists
bloody and bruised
Bitter tears
cry denial
Sullivan Memorial sculpted by Goscombe John, Victoria Embankment Gardens, London, June 2011, c.b.w.
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c.b. 2012
Sometimes She Weeps
Standard
C.B. Wentworth 
WOW
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Thanks – Another WIG inspired piece. 🙂
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Nicely done!
(what’s the story behind the statue?)
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Thanks! 🙂
The statue is a memorial to Arthur Sullivan of Gilbert and Sullivan fame. The weeping woman is an allegorical refernce to Music.
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Lovely! Thank you for sharing…
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stunning.
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Thanks so much! This sculpture grabbed right onto me as I walked by – I actually had to turn around and gaze at it a bit longer. 🙂
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Powerful sculpture, moving poem! 🙂
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Thank you! 🙂
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Great words! Love how it relates to the sculpture. Could also relate to someone losing someone in a war or to an accident, or even a break up or divorce. Such a gamut of emotions we humans have, and an infinite number of situations and circumstances to trigger each of them.
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And grief is the one that makes us so vulnerable. We have no control over the pain and it is all consuming. It makes me appreciate joy that much more.
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Yikes! Well done! 🙂
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Thanks! 🙂
It’s a little darker than I usually go, but i went with inspiration.
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brilliant play ~
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Thanks! 🙂
This is an emotion I don’t work with very much, so it was interesting to explore it with words.
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Powerful poem, it compliments the sculpture dramatically.
David. L
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Thanks so much! 😀
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Wow. I like. Glad I finally got to see it. 🙂
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I’m so sorry about that! Chalk it up to too much coffee and not enough sleep. 😉 Oh well, at least its a little different after the revision process.
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I’m playing catch-up and just read your poem. I was trying to read the engraved words on the monument but can’t make it out. I like how an image fires your imagination to poetry.
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Try clicking on the image and it’ll blow up to full size. 🙂
I’ve always been a very visual person, so it figures photographs would help me figure out London and write poetry. 🙂
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Again … powerful — both picture and words!
How I’d love to go back to England one day … with my camera.
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Thanks so much!
I’ll bet you’d take some spectacular shots! 🙂
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What a powerful sculpture, and a powerful poem. Your words, in those few lines, created a whole story.
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That’s how it felt when I walked by this statue – the story just screams, yet you wonder what it is! 🙂
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