Pic and a Word #151: Grave details

This summer, for no particular reason, I found myself graveyard-hopping. It must be because cemeteries are full of poetic details.

Or “little touches of humanity that you find”, according to Emma Cownie. Isn’t that the loveliest way to put it? Thank you!

All these were found just at the first, Žale Cemetery, the biggest that Ljubljana (and Slovenia) have to offer.

And since I post this for Patrick’s challenge, each photo will get a haiku, for a change. Therefore make sure that you read the captions this time.

But first, a quotation that goes well with the environment.

As I have not worried to be born, I do not worry to die.
~ Federico García Lorca

(quotation reblogged from For Much Deliberation)

What a cheerful yard / if not for those pesky graves. / You’ll see what I mean.

They let him dress up / just as nature desires. / A sigh of relief.

Frankly, I thought that / cross was a hashtag. Shocking, / I know. Cute baby.

Crosses are varied. / This rebus can only be / solved by an Avsec.

I bet it’s a cross / but it could as easily / say “Boo!” in Japan.

Here is the task: check / out why most of these statues / look so defeated.

This one is almost / alluring. Nobody asked / evangelicals.

Now that’s the spirit. / A butterfly ready to / lift off. Or dancing?

A merchant at rest / in his perfectly nuanced / if crammed dwelling place.

This grave means business. / “Take us here. We might be dead / but don’t we look good?”

As I said before: / This grave, by contrast and choice, / is having a ball.

Two balls! And circles. / Clearly a well-rounded chap. / Mind flowers in sync.

This is “Tilia / of Reconciliation” / but the clash still reigns.

Slovenian men. / Do I need to add a thing? / How ‘bout rise and shine?

You too? Nothing has / ever been solved in this pose. / The surname means “night”.

A Slovenian / made even God lift his arms / in despair, they say.

Those men were put here / for Slovenian women / to handle. With care.

This teacher Vilka / who died not yet twenty-five, / an angel for sure.

A thoughtful topper: / Who says the dead can’t profit / by some doves and peace?

A grave of details: / As if the Corsica crash / made mountain cry too.

In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #151: Detail