Walking through the cemetery has become a ritual, a tradition for me… a place of inspiration for stories, pictures, and poetry. I grab pieces that the cemetery gives me… thoughts, images, a certain depth… and if you blink you’ll miss your chance. During silent steps, walking through a yard of graves, taking it all in… the peaceful life of the cemetery. Even through the decay, nature still grows, life still lingers.
The cemetery holds stories unknown and spirits flow, their energy becomes the symmetry of the cemetery… the circle of life. Can you feel it? The cemetery, it becomes alive as you take in the senses all around. Many call the cemetery creepy, dreary or dark. I say a peaceful playground and I’m not disturbing the peace when I visit. And as much in life, it is all in the interpretation and trying a variety of lenses…
Playfully,
Amy
Here are some photographs I captured during my cemetery journeys last Spring and Autumn for inspiration:
Cemetery Sunscape
Depth of Reflection
The Goblin Tree
Stone Arch Sky
Cemeteries in my soul appear louder than before, shining under luminescent stars, closer… closer you say but then fall away, reflections of the dark waters, scream as loud as the shadow sitting on the wallowing writer’s grave, hold me tight as if you had been holding me forever, look ito my eyes as if you had seen me before in a lost soul’s dream, sense my soul… whispered under breaths of the moon bright
Poem by Amy L. DuVall Clark written September 2010©
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