What
if ...
life
was no more teeming,
with
all of us forever dreaming
an
icy dream on pitch-dark plains
neither
touched by droughts nor rains,
nor
by sound or laughter,
even
aeons after
the
sun burst into splinters,
followed
by eternal winters ...
What
if ...
there
were no nights, no days,
no
colours – yellows, reds or greys –,
no
light at all from any source,
just vicious storms and winds so coarse
blowing,
raging, reeling,
nowhere
love or warmth of feeling ...
What
if ...
long
after our sun's forgotten,
the
earth extinguished, lying rotten
to
its lifeless, frozen core -
somehow,
one day, another door
would
open in the universe
to
eliminate the curse,
revealing
worlds with brandnew features,
other
suns and unknown creatures ...
...
that would be the greatest thrill!
What
a pity that we will
be
no part
of
that new start.
Finally,
I want to say:
Let's
be grateful for each day
that
we are granted on this Earth.
At
every moment it is worth
all
our love and constant care.
Of
that we ought to be aware.
This
planet is not our toy.
Put
up a signboard: „DON'T DESTROY!“
Some detailed photos:
You find the story of this shard below.
My favourite shard because it comes from a set of china used during happy family times.
Four colourful shards.
Bits and Pieces.
Leaves and Flowers.
The
Poem
I
wrote the poem just before a big thunderstorm broke forth. The air
was stifling, damp and thick, electrified. The sky looked menacing.
The sun was concealed. All sounds were strange. I had been at a loss
of how to put my theme into words, but suddenly, in the middle of
this threatening atmosphere, the poem came, and I had to grab pen and
paper to write it down ...
The
Piece
Materials:
Silk, iron-on interfacing, beads, shards, electric light switch, wire, cable
staples.
The
making-of held surprises as well as mishaps, for example:
When
digging into the boxes of my mosaic shards, I cut my hand and swore
most un-ladylike. Good that no one was near enough to listen.
Every
now and again, when I had forgotten to file a particularly sharp
edge, the thread would snap without warning, beads would fly in all
directions. Poor things, they met their unglamorous end in the depths
of my carpet flooring, and finally in the vacuum cleaner.
„100
% off“ was a lucky-surprise find in the mosaic-stash section
„Shards with Writing“. It is part of a plate that I bought at a
junk shop for mosaic purposes years ago. All over the plate, it had
said: „100 % coffee“. Unfortunately, I tried to be too perfect
when clipping the edges with my mosaic tongues, and so broke the
shard in two. But never mind, I think that fits the theme.
Actually,
I think the piece looks much too cheerful and decorative considering
the disaster it is supposed to describe. But what can you do when
BEADS are playing the lead ...
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