
I felt compelled this year to remember and honour with some stitching.
For those who fought and died, for those who fought and came home, for those who survived everywhere and simply went on with life.
Mutabilty-the quality of successive alternation from one condition to another: stitching stories and poetry into textile art.

| Mutability by: Percy Bysshe Shelley |
| We are the clouds that veil the midnight moon; How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver, Streaking the darkness radiantly!--yet soon Night closes round, and they are lost forever: Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings Give various response to each varying blast, To whose frail frame no second motion brings One mood or modulation like the last. We rest.--A dream has power to poison sleep; We rise.--One wandering thought pollutes the day; We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep; Embrace fond foe, or cast our cares away: It is the same!--For, be it joy or sorrow, The path of its departure still is free: Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability. |
7 comments:
WOW beautiful work love it !!
A lovely tribute to all the soldiers who have fought or are involved in conflict now.
This is so beautiful, what a lovely sentiment.
I concur, beautiful work Arlee... :)
Thank you all! For some reason i am not getting my comment notifications so am late in responding!
Beautiful work, beautiful sentiment
Very nice, Arlee. :)
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