Ivan Shishkin
They are dark and strong and beautiful
If you look closely you will see
Jagged lines etched into the bark
The hand of time must have its way
I need to be there, now more than ever
Inhaling the scent of ivory spring and aqua-velva
The rush of the wind has not changed its song
Longing and need as keen now as then
The headiness of youth lies in the musky underbrush
But I prefer the passion of maturity and experience
A sapling cannot be impatient and youth cannot have it all
A branch snaps beneath our feet; your arms encircle me
They are dark and strong and beautiful
If I look closely I will see
The jagged lines etched into your bark
Time stops; it cannot always have its way
Janet~
Margo Roby's Prompt; A place
Youth doesn't have a clue, does it? :-) Seriously, I love your poem. Some things never go away, and only become stronger and even more beautiful with time.
ReplyDeleteI chose this painting, too. So glad we were moved by the same image.
It is a gorgeous painting...I may choose to write one more staying right there;))...and no there are a few things youth cannot have the better of;-)
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem. Makes me want to take a long walk, which I need.
ReplyDeleteAnthony, me too! I guess its that time of 'year'.
ReplyDeleteBe well:)
You did beautifully with this prompt. I am glad I read yours here, as it reminded me that it is one I definitely want to do! (I really like Margo's site....and her depthful challenges.)
ReplyDeleteI really enjoy learning from her. She is a great encourager and teacher! I'm so thankful Mike Patrick encouraged me to 'jump in' there.
ReplyDeleteI miss his writing, but there again...life, and love that overrides personal desires and achievements! He'll be back.
There is something about this picture, isn't there? Hard to believe Shishkin could paint so realistically something that requires such detail.
ReplyDeleteThe first stanza of the poem makes me feel like the woods make me feel and your shift from the trees to the other person was startling [in a good way] and then so lovely and right.
margo
Margo, I really want to try a poem where I stay in the cool shade of the rusted spruce...:)
ReplyDeleteThank-you for your thoughts.
This is beautiful, Janet.
ReplyDeletePamela
Pamela, thank-you so much!
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