Prosery: 18 August 2020

Mausoleum Marble

My hand is on the oblong flatness of white marble where you sleep. Your death sleep. Your soul’s rest. And I expect the marble to be cold, but it’s not. It’s warm. Though not by the low November sun, perhaps it’s your eternal warmth.

I think heaven opened its door when it saw you coming. Complicated you. Unique you. Just like this white marble with its willow-green flickers, little purple jerks, and long blue waves. Even white is complex with twists and tremors.

I say a prayer, ask that you forgive my stupidity and mistakes. It’s more like a conversation than a prayer, and when it is over, said and done, it was a time. And there was never enough of it. A lifetime is so little time.

And I pull my umbrella close as a broad smear of rain washes across your name.

For dVerse prosery. Max 144 word. I used 144. Use the phrase from Allison Adelle Hedge Coke, “A Time” (and when it is over, said and done, it was a time, and there was never enough of it).  © Misky 2020 The image is from Unsplash. CC:00


18 responses to “Prosery: 18 August 2020”

  1. A beautiful endearing story.

    Much💝love

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    1. Thanks. Glad you liked it.

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  2. Such beautiful and haunting prosery. It’s amazing how well you describe grief with these brilliant figurative phrases and descriptions. Don’t we all wish we had more time?

    Beautifully written.

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  3. Exquisite write …. exquisite.

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    1. Thank you very much.

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  4. This is a simply wonderful expression of how we’re often left full of words in our sorrow. You touched me.

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  5. Oh I love this sad poem… the description of the color of white marble is exquisite

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    1. Marble is fascinating. Sometimes it seems alive.

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  6. Just as the marble holds an eternal warmth, so do these words. Conversations don’t have to end. They just take on new meaning.

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  7. You describe grief so well here–and there never is enough time, is there? I really like the way you compared the person to marble with all of its shades, patterns, and nuances.

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    1. Thank you for your lovely comment.

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      1. You’re very welcome.

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  8. Your prose is crisp and clean, yet so warm, like the mausoleum marble, Mislky, and I love the thought that the deceased person’s eternal warmth that keeps it warm. I love the description of the marble, with its ‘willow-green flickers, little purple jerks, and long blue waves…white is complex with twists and tremors,’ and the final line is stunning.

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    1. Thank you, Kim.

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  9. What a thoughtful epistolary take on the prompt, Misky. Nicely done.

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