Sunday, December 9, 2012

POEMS

A dark painting for the darkest time of the year.
The christmas song from Christina Rosetti's poem runs through my head

IN THE BLEAK MID WINTER
FROSTY WIND MADE MOAN
EARTH STOOD HARD AS IRON
WATER LIKE A STONE
SNOW HAD FALLEN - SNOW ON SNOW
SNOW ON SNOW
IN THE BLEAK MID WINTER
LONG AGO

Here is a poem I wrote for the chaotic, shifting times we are in

IT IS OPEN NOW!
NO TURNING BACK
GIVING NEW BIRTH
LETTING GO OF THE PACK
TRUST
GRACE
 JOY
 LAUGH
WHO WILL FALL
WHO WILL SOAR
GUIDES SMILE ............................AS THEY GENTLY AND FIRMLY NUDGE US THROUGH THE DOOR

8 comments:

  1. Soothing and beautiful, Page...both the painting and the poetry. Your painting reminds me of looking out at the freshly fallen snow on a gray, winter morning. Perhaps an abstracted memory? Those are my favorite days. :)

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  2. Serene blues, cool but thrilling... and your beautiful poem - I love the line "Guides smile..... as they gently and firmly nudge us through the door..." yes.....

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  3. My favorite snow poem is Robert Frost, "Stopping by the Woods". I know it by heart.

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  4. I love that poem and we sing it in church every Christmas. The painting fits it perfectly and your poem offers hope.

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  5. Beautiful poem and wonderful painting, Page!!!

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  6. Page, love the painting, and poems! l All so beautiful, and so timely!

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  7. Thanks for this post, Page. Lovely.

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  8. I'd definitely appreciate if you share some links to other sources dedicated to this subject of course in case you happen to know any of them.

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