Thursday, February 2, 2012

Requiem


                                                                          Ivan Shishkin 


We come here to drink silence                           
flavored with the sigh
of pine-breeze and musk
on a cushion of centuries
quiet, we lie
to think
gazing at towers
of burnished rust
testimonies of endurance
in shadows dense and cool
we reach with thirsty eyes
but we cannot behold
dark-fingered pinnacles
brushing the lowered skies
as they sway and pirouette
like sailors on storm-ridden seas
or drunken marionettes
without their faculties
instead we see shadows
entwined against the bark
of children, they disappear
beyond the jaded dark
but in here
they live agelessly
nourished by the ethereal moan
of lithesome breeze
and wood thrush
sleeping with the undertone
of countless centuries
and we return
to drink the wine
of solitude and rest
flavored with the tears of pine
and echoes of the past
beneath the testimony of a seed
we sense the timeless glimpse of Him
who furnishes our hope and need
He walks here, in nature's requiem

Janet~



4 comments:

  1. Gee, it is a gorgeous painting, isn't it. Your blog presents it beautifully. I haven't read the poem yet, but wanted to remark on the trees first. I may stare at them awhile.

    So different in style and tone, but It's fun to have the two different poems. You make the pines sound as majestic as they are.

    margo

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  2. It really is a gorgeous painting...I certainly do not want to mar it in any way be less than stellar poetry, but it simply begs to be attempted!

    I'm showing to to my daughter who is a budding artist.

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  3. Mosk. thank-you;)The painting draws me in...so beautiful!

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