The Garden Seat

It’s former green is blue and thin,

And its once firm legs sink in and in:

Soon is will break down unaware,

Soo it will break down unaware.

At night when reddest flowers are balck

Those who once sat thereon come back;

Quite a row of them sitting there,

Quite a row sitting there.

With them the seat does not break down,

Nor winter freeze them, nor floods drown,

For they are as light as upper air,

They are as light as upper air.

Dreamer is melancholic yet peaceful as he ponders Thomas Hardy’s poem The Garden Seat, on his own seat. So many wonderful moments with friends and creatures in his life. All pas on and yet molecules still floating in the universe.

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About graffittigranny

I am sending these sculptures out into the world to have a dialogue with those interested in some of the existential questions like what are we all doing here? and what is the meaning of our existence if any? Each sculpture has a" twin". One twin stays at home under the safety of a somewhat boring bland roof of a dolls house found in hard rubbish. The other is left out in the world somewhere with a poem to engage you in these questions of our existence and our memories. Which existence is better? Is there such a thing as a better life? The poems are sometimes in French because the Xmas fortune cookie said " The sum of human knowledge is not contained in any one language." I hope over time a dialogue might begin where the sculptures create a means for us to relate in the quiet of the blog site. What this dialogue will mean or not is yet to be revealed!
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