Friday, October 31, 2014

A VIEW FROM THE PORCH



WHAT IS VALUED
For the benefit of dying honey bees I planted my front fields in clover, though in late spring when the green blooms white I am always reminded of Arlington and sacrifice, death. Thoughts of death take no day off when the clovers bloom. Though no heroes lay beneath the home grown tombstones, it is rending to remember that some must always die for life to go on in freedom and the fragility of that hard won freedom, easily usurped and taken. And when the home grown tombstones go away and all returns to the expanse of green I do not forget the season just passed, nor my battles fought to be free even if it means there is no one left to see a sole memorial blossom temporarily marking the death of me.

© M Durfee
10.31.2014

21 comments:

  1. sad truth...that some must die for our freedom...it is good to remember that...so we dont forget the cost....hopefully your name is not added soon....

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    1. Brian I have been to too many funerals to ever forget the cost of life. Sometimes our hopes must be different.

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  2. An interesting visual. What you lack in nighttime visualization you make up for during the day!

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    1. Thank you Charles, I never thought that in trying to help life I would see death.

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  3. But the wind sees everything, forgets nothing




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    1. Sistah my last enduring hope is when the winds cover over my footprints that none remember, nothing be left behind to hold me to this place.

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  4. an interesting thought on the day of the dead...

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    1. Jeff everyday is a day of the dead, newly, and long ago, just who remembers is the question. My memory is still to sharp to forget all i have seen go to the ground or the fire.

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  5. Death is ever-present, though not ever-threatening. Remembrance of our loved ones, however, is important, as we need our history to go forward on the right path.

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    1. Shadow I am comfortable in the presence of death, will do nothing to reach out to it, but my history is mine and of a truth does not include many others. Walking alone in the day and night is preferable.

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  6. That's your view from your porch, eh? Well, come over to my porch then ... let's fix that porch light, and let's move that quart of firewood to the shed, and then we'll sit on da porch, and listen to da damn coyotes sing ... yes? LOve, cat.

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    1. Meoemomma how about I come and fix your porch light, help you move your wood, and then I go sit with the coyotes and sing with them?

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  7. Like Ozymandias, we will all reign over dust and be forgotten eventually.

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  8. The bees must have loved such beauty. The passing of seasons...we're all just fodder in the end.

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    1. Kim the bees did come, they took their fill, but the neighbors spent the days swatting at them, they did not understand the joy of seeing honeybees only their own fear of them.

      Yes, that is true; some too much to soon though and others too late.

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  9. I hope we never forget those who have died so gallantly and bravely for us ~ Moving piece Mark ~

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    1. Grace every generation has its wars and as that generation passes on we do forget, because we will not stop filling the empty combat boots with new ones. Freedom is as easy to lose as life and life is cheap among us now.

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  10. Mark, you sound melancholy as our fall slips into winter. xo

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    1. Jodi, it is not the seasons as much as the unchanged passing of years.

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  11. Sad about the bees. We have been thinking about getting a hive. Trying to preserve whatever we can before life goes totally.

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