Chiaroscos

[Wednesday, September 06, 2006]

Sigh. Its either doing a blogskin/ blog is really hard or that Im just plain clueless. I prefer the former but I believe the true cause is that Im honestly clueless. Yes. Thats it. I woke up late today. Perhaps it was because I slept at midnight.=(. I confess. I need my sleep. =). This entry seems somewhat inane. Maybe because I have nothing better to do. Im trying to load the pictures from the fellowship games on 2nd September into my computer, but for some inexplicable reason.. it doesnt load.
Steve Irwin's death was two days ago. A tribute to him. Its ironic how he got killed by the usually passive stingray while in the midst of filming a documentary on the ocean’s deadliest creatures.
I came across a piece of poetry that seems rather apt to Steve Irwin’s passing. Its entitled Bus Stop by Donald Justice.
Lights are burning
In quiet rooms
Where lives go on
Resembling ours.

The quiet lives
That follow us-
These lives we lead
But do not own-

Stand in the rain
So quietly
When we are gone
So quietly.. .

And the last bus
Comes, letting dark
Umbrellas out-
Black flowers, black flowers.

And lives go on.
And lives go on
Like sudden lights
At street corners

Or like the lights
In quiet rooms
Left on for hours,
Burning, burning.

Rest in Peace, Steve Irwin.

posted by: tears*falling[love involves care&inner strength.] * 3:50 PM

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