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Copper Urns (Topical Songs – Triolet)

A sad reality of stories untold, written so beautifully.

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Unclaimed urns 2

Rows of people in copper urns – /
and every urn has a story. /
Every urn has a soul that yearns – /
rows of people in copper urns. /

Until each shade to the earth returns /
may they serve as our judge and our jury. /
Rows of people in copper urns – /
and every urn has a story. //

Unclaimed cremation urns, Oregon State Hospital, OR. Christopher Payne via NPR. Unclaimed cremation urns, Oregon State Hospital, USA. Christopher Payne, NPR.

New Series

This is the first poem in a new series: Topical Songs.  I think Phil Ochs would have approved.

First Edition Cover. Wikipedia. First Edition Cover. Wikipedia.

Oregon State Hospital

These unclaimed urns are located at Oregon State Hospital – filming location for One Flew over the Cuckoo’s NestAccording to Wikipedia, “about two-thirds of the hospital’s patients were found guilty of crimes, but found to be insane. Others were determined to be a…

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A little bit about moi: I am a mom, a nana, a sister, a woman, a friend, a human being…a youth counsellor, Family Life Educator. I have been working in the helping profession for over 25 years and volunteered in various capacities from youths to seniors. Tournesol is my nom de plume for haiku and other Japanese form poetry here at Tournesoldansunjardin I hope you enjoy reading through my daily waka. I also have another blog "Stop the Stigma" where I may stand on my soapbox now and then and hope it will become a place to drop in and share or comment on issues important to you. In that vein this could be a great way to learn from each other. Namaste!

2 thoughts on “Copper Urns (Topical Songs – Triolet)

  1. Thanks for the re-blog — if only more people knew about these stories. So dehumanizing — rows of remains in cans, locked in a closet.


    1. So sad and dehumanizing. Makes me think of residential schools. When I visited one up North, we were 2 counsellors visiting a reserve to talk about our youthline and ask youths how we could improve our service to meet their needs. Walking around that old school with a colleague telling us stories about her auntie and uncle who had been forced to go there, was so sad. It was cold and windy in March and she said the town residents said they could hear the cries of children at night.


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