“The longer I live, the more I am certain that the great difference between the great and insignificant is energy.”
Sir Thomas Fowell Buxton
Watercolor on paper. Copyright 2012 Totsymae
She hated herself. To prove it was to study Edith grind a task south with perfected vexation or bite chunks of happy from folk. No thought to anchoring herself like a rotten tooth in their mouths.
A woman of ill-gotten means nearing fifty, it looked, Edith entertained her own wretchedness through her life’s course, which nature, unknown to her, would shorten in five days coming. Folk brawled inside themselves and turned their backs on sight of her to duck the onslaught of flinging shit.
The gray stone spoke her life and death: Lying in Heavenly Turmoil, gifted by adoring backbiters.
(c) 2012 Totsymae
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Oh so powerful. “…bite chunks from happy folk…” I want to run from people like that too and “brawl” with myself for not being more charitable. If you kiss them, Totsy, do they ever become handsome people?
I DO run!!
Don’t kiss them though. It may be catching.
Another tragic character, broken down by despair and misery.
I know. What wrong with these people?
So poetic.
Such a nice compliment, Shary. Thanks. You’ve got me thinking now.
excellent
Thank you, Twin.
Love the epitaph. Too perfect. Poo-slingers rarely know the truth.
Red.
Thank you, Red. Poo-slingers suck!
I’ve learned that enervators inadvertently announce their presence by ‘voicetone’, their tone has an undertow, drags a touch – I hear it, time to low-fly-on-by, Totsy.
Short, sweet, superb writing, cheers catchul8r molly
This is true. Low-fly-on-by swiftly, if I may add.
Thanks, Molly. You certainly have a way with words.
Wow, powerful stuff, tots. Riveted by this … “grind a task south with perfected vexation”. Now, there’s a line!
Thank you, Narelle. Someone actually inspired this piece.
That was only a hundred words? Cannot believe that much misery could be contained in so few words! You simply blow me away some times. Surely you were not in mind of Edith, Archie Bunker’s wife, were you? No copyright infringements possible here, because that Edith was always so goofily, obliviously happy!
No, not dear Archie Bunker’s wife, Edith. However, she did pop in my mind only when I changed her name from Eunice.
Have you thought these up and have kept them posted on some secret memory pad? Fabulous. The wrap with the epitaph is ingenious.
Oh oh Totsymae! This is a real epitaph?
I wish I did have a storage of them.
Hopefully, this is no one epitaph. Too sad.
Dang, Totsy! You are really good at this. Plus, I adore that frog!
Thank you.
The frog was used for good at one time, as a visual for teaching sign language to students with special needs. I now employ him for Edith’s evil. Though HE will eventually redeem himself.
ouch
Sometimes life hurts. Bad!
This made me sad.
Sorry, Ariana. Didn’t mean to. (Patting you on the back.)
U ole meany U
No so. I pat her on the back, Twin. I’m innocent.
Tots,
Anything you write or paint…
is uniquely & beautifully yours.
Xxx
Thank you, Kim.
Makes me smile to read your words. Lots of rewriting with this one.
I love it. Well done. Love the lyricism and rythmn.
Thank you.
Very visual. I kept picturing that Edith is the frog. Well done!
Thank you, Monica. I hope to read your hundred words soon.
There are toads in our lives, no matter that we try to see the best in a person. Keep hopping about, they do.
Wow is all I could say when I got to the end. What metaphors and images. Brilliant.
Thanks, Barb. Trying to get in a mind frame to write-write…These snippets are my meditation.
You have more than a knack for this.
Thanks. I was trying to get back in the mode of writing real stuff books are made of.
Beautiful. Tight. Powerful.