Another “sitting” out in my favorite field just after the baling. This time with my pastels in My Little Black Book.
And a different sort of “bale” here…words bundled together in a little poem I wrote several years ago:
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I like you standing there…
Your presence brings comfort amid the recently ravaged landscape.
I walk beside my favorite field,
once filled with waves of grass and weed,
fern and vine, wildflower and morning glory.
I wince at the shearing—
too much is exposed.
But soon you are there.
All that I loved so is bound up in you.
Your solid cylinder a testimony to the weightiness of glory.
Your firm shadows welcome on the sun-blanched scalp.
I hope that you will remain,
that I might gain
some sense of solidity when I next pass by.
But alas, I hope in vain.
Another will come and lead you away to wait in shelter as fodder for animals.
I grieve the cycle, knowing it will begin again,
wondering if there will be an alternate end for me.
-jpe
upon her walk 9/23/08
The color mash is just phenomenal 🙂
Wow. That is my response. Awe. You are very talented and expressive.
My soul is shattered and then renewed as I hope and wait for your next words.
Simply Beautiful, Words and painting… Love it.
thank you Clare!!!
Love the pastels
Thanks Beth!!