Can’t you see
from where you are
that I have wounds
that will not heal

Can’t you hear
from where you are
that I still weep for you
that I still whisper your name

Can’t you feel
from where you are
that I still miss you
that love didn’t stop with your passing…

~ acrylic on canvas, M.C.S.

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Comment by JMac1949 Memories on July 23, 2015 at 4:30pm

Gripping as always, R&L.

Comment by Arthur James on July 23, 2015 at 4:56pm


... in my opinion...

You a wounded Healer.

Lament... It a potent

pause . . . It a sorrow

Word . . . It to know.

Sorrow . . . Penetrates.

I've known Sorrow, and

mysteriously . . . how to

decipher? There is change,

and if We Transcend lament,

a vast Sorrow . . . a Joy beyond

mere Words . . . a meddling ? a

Merging a . . . a blending mix? a

Joy Unspeakable - O, no Word? a

Divine - Other Worldly - a Gift. Ah!

Be Recipient - it's Free - a Grace. a

Simple Gift - Just no try - a analysis -

`,. '






a Gift

`,' Joy




`, '



or too





Comment by Rita Shibr on July 23, 2015 at 6:36pm

The ever unstoppable question into the universe, sometimes the night sky or dark room, Where Are You and Why Did You Leave Me?

Feeling this one.  The anguish in the brush stokes. 

Comment by Jerry DeNuccio on July 24, 2015 at 9:14am

A sensual evocation of a truth about separateness and perspective: were you here, here would be you.

Comment by Rosigami on July 24, 2015 at 9:27am

Palpable grief, MCS. You have created beauty at the price of your pain. 

Comment by Arthur James on July 24, 2015 at 11:29am


... I remember You

as I walk in the Quiet

Woods. Aye, so felt 

` , ' it great bright

day to walk slowly.

`,' no stub toe on a

stone - no boo boo.

Boo Boos so Aches.


Comment by Zanelle on July 24, 2015 at 9:39pm

I can feel the spirits of the departed around sometimes.  That is comforting and disconcerting.  Anguish.  Life is too short not to feel the joy too.

Comment by M. C. Sears on July 26, 2015 at 12:19pm

Thank you all for visiting and sharing your comments with me, it means a lot.


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