Something Shines

Showing

I know I will write her something that will shine.

I know deep in the forest of my thinking; there it lies in wait.

For light to illuminate it.

For the green and silver streams of thoughts to bring it down into the dappled mote laden air.

For the trees and rocks of my philosophy to grow around it like snow capped bonsai mountains.

It waits for me to create its form.

As the light out of darkness in Caravaggio

As the architecture of Vitruvius

In natural Rococo shapes

It is whole

It will use line and shape and tone and texture.

It will cast colour faceted and see its many contradictions in composition.

It will run into sweet wild clearings and sunlit meadows rare and full.

Painted by your favourites

Under your high Impressionist light

Sur le motif

Then it will fall under the dark witch trees of my memories.

It will be of me, flawed and complete.

It will be of my world and enter yours.

As I do so and long to do again.

Take my paint my love

Take my wonder of the world and its myriad natures

And use it

Move yourself into a Rothko door of layered coloured paint

leading to another life

And fly beyond it to

pastures open to the sun

 

I will write you something that will shine

And you will shine for me.

As a glass shines on a morning table

As filled with promised mist as an ear fills with morning music

In rich baroque chambers

Talk shines above the glass

And lovers prepare liquid and kissed conversations

A yellow stained window shines

With the promise of the same chaptered morning

Illuminated manuscripts scatter across tables

And there are earth glazed ceramics to drink from

A heart of Gold

Is delighting in your company and

answered richly

Written and painted

Sung and spoken

Love lies longest on the breast

And in the breath

Of my lady singing

 

Author's Note

This is only the first part. You may find the clues, some spoken some not. The painting is mine and is called Epona.

Reviews

[LJW]

When a writer writes of love; deeply in it or getting over it, the variations of expression run the gamut. When I look at your writing about love, I see a deep rooted knowledge and appreciation for art, nature, andmythology. Your writing is as much about the love of these subjects as it is about your love of the woman. Your writing is complex inasmuch as the reader is required to think as much, if not more, than feel. A certain level of intelligence and education is required to fully comprehend your meaning. Take a Rothko door, for example. I read this in another of your pieces (if memory serves) and took the time to look it up. I never do this, but did in this case. I see it again here and I ponder how few will know your intent. How very ew will take the time to look up the many obscure references. held close to the heart of a learned man.

You commented so highly about my FD&C no.2 and it's companion piece. Observational, stripped down, writing about the loss of love. I challenge you, with deepest respect and encouragement, to write from the bare core of you, a love poem. Will you accept?

[Ken Simm.]

I will and although I love complexity I will attempt it. Thank you so much for reading and researching.

[LJW]

I love simplicity. :-) Let me know when you post it.

[Frieda P]

Sublime, it glistens on the page, and begs to be read aloud, sigh, you are the master painter...this is a lucky woman that has captivated your heart to write such exquisite heaven on the page....I am running out of adjectives for your work, suffice to say that it's enthralling and I'm in love.

[Ken Simm.]

Squirms, blushes and points his toe into the dirt. Blusters something about oh bother and then blushes some more. Thank you so much Frieda.

[Frieda P]

Ha you even paint a picture with your responses, you devil you. ;-)

[Ken Simm.]

Hides his light under a bushel. Can I use yours?

[Frieda P]

Mi casa es su casa, just keep writing this lovely stuff, and you can do whatever your little heart desires....

[Ken Simm.]

Does that mean Your bushel is in the house?

[Frieda P]

No I keep it in a secret place, but I'll never tell..........

[Ken Simm.]

Can see it anyway with all that light shining from underneath it.

[Frieda P]

Dang it, I have to patch up those holes again!

[Pete Langley]

This is sublime, Ken. It could be written to your love, your morning, your sun , your son, or your kestrel....it would fit them all, and it fills me with pure unashamed envy. P.

[Ken Simm.]

My morning, yes for sure. My sun the same. My son, no because I talk of her. Cully for the same reason. But I know what you mean. And your envious as well? You will therefore forgive me a small titter. Seriusly I am honoured my very good friend.

[SyberRose]

Sur le motif...painting on the ground...and shell shapes by Racoco shapes, in the light out of darkness by Caravaggio...I have a feeling this is about joining your love in eternal life...maybe painting a monument as Vitruvius was known for his architecture or maybe an altar to worship her...Will look forward to your next poem....This was an interesting puzzle of a poem Ken...and the painting to me looks like a body laying down.

[Ken Simm.]

Showing her some of my favourites and yes worshipping her with them. You've got it Rosie. I hoped readers would attempt the puzzles. You see a gestlt body? Hmmmm, maybe. Thank you so much.

[Leslie Philibert]

I really like this. I know as much about art as an elephant knows about flying, but I checked some of the names. Caravaggio is I believe famous for his use of light and shade, Mark Rothko is a modernist with blocks of strong colours.Impressive the way you paint pictures with words too,the last stanza could be the description of a group portrait, in rich baroque chambers...
Impressive, intelligent poem...

[Ken Simm.]

So you know bout Surrealism then? You are correct on all counts Leslie. Rothko's abstract expressionist paintings could be seen as doorways or windows into another conciousness. They are meditation pieces. Caravaggio used the techniques of Sfumato and Chirascuro. If you recognise any of the lines in the last stanza it will lead you to a time peiod. Thank you so much for liking this.

[emmajoy]

Every word a glittering love story, an offering of more than treasure. Tis beautiful. Tis unique, Written with care, stepping through time and space.

' It will be of me, flawed and complete. ~ It will be of my world and enter yours. ~ As I do so and long to do again. ~ Take my paint my love ~ Take my wonder of the world and its myriad natures ~ And use it'

If she didn't, don't doubt many would take her place. If you'll excuse me for saying so, I would! :)

[Ken Simm.]

Would you indeed? I might take you up on that. You never know. Thank you so much Dear Emma.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

well some of this i must say eludes me a bit...but that doesn't matter..

i get the love, i get the desperation of the poet to write the perfect love poem for his lady...one that not only will shine but make her shine.
"it will be of me flawed and complete (like i am)
/ it will be of my world and enter yours"

and hopefully the poem will enter your heart, and not long after i will follow.

beautiful composition here.

[Jack...]

Where will it go, what will the outcome be. This romantic heart is destined to write of love, will she respond, will she feel it, will she shine for him...

The painting is fabulous my friend. I love the clors and the rhtymic pattern. The poem sits right up there with it...very cool Ken.

[Ken Simm.]

Can you see the horse Jack in the painting? Thank ou for your kind remarks.

[Emily B]

i see jack

[Ken Simm.]

You see Jack in the painting?

[Emily B]

i do see it

[Ken Simm.]

It was based partly on the ancient White Horses cut into the chalk downs and also on the Celtic horse goddess Epona. A symbol of female fertility. You may see some ancient standing stones on the skyline.

[Jack...]

Yes I can, now that you mention it. Very cool indeed. My friend, you are awsome. I didn't see me though. Darn...

[roarke]

It amazes me how you can express the intimate and personal so well as to make the process look easy. Shining this is.

[Ken Simm.]

Sounds a little terse to say I'm glad you think so but I am. I am also over the moon that you like it.

[Rogue]

This reads as a love story.. And the painting and it's name brings a whole other dimension to this. The Celtic Goddess.. The fertile Mare..

Since this is part one it is yet to be determined if you "yourself" have found your goddess, or this in an interpretation of her past love in life.

It is a beautifully written piece. And I sighed over the words as much as any female who reads it... For what one doesn't want a man to feel this way about her?

[Ken Simm.]

That is what it is my friend. A love story. Have I found her? Yes I think so.

[Rogue]

Alright, I am back after puzzling over your puzzle...
Difficult because it depends on the importance of each piece and person in this. Your artists and their doorways to other parts of the mind, the time period is still a question to me and perhaps it is the use of Epona in this and her history in the world. She being the only Celtic Deity acknowledged by the old Roman Empire and actively worshipped by some. When I play that card in my mind along with her horses... I see chariots. As for Scotland and Wales (Her home) they would be as yet steeped in mysticism and Christianity had not marched it's way across Europe.
It's the Historian brain in me, I fear. Perhaps I read far too much into things such as this.
So, I am going to have to wait for more pieces in the next one you write. Seems my Rubix Cube is missing some colored squares here. :D

*forgive the deletes. My typos were just to glaring for even me.

[Ken Simm.]

It ranges Rogue across time. It holds a lot of my favourites .There is a lot of the Celt in it. In the last part of the last stanza there is a line from a famous song in history if that gives you a clue.

[Ken Simm.]

Will reply better later Rogue when I get this damn notebook to work faster and better. Mountain bothering in Scotland at the moment.

[Rogue]

-smile-
I told you no worries, my friend. Just enjoy your weekend and the beautiful scenery. This will all be here when you return. :)

[Ken Simm.]

More 10 days rather than a weekend Rogue. I am working at the moment on several commisions. So will be able to message better when I don't have to use this damn notebook half way up a mountain. Or in the rain.

[Mrs Edith Hat]

Both wonderful. You are an artist sir. A true artist

[Ken Simm.]

That you think so Mrs Hat pleases me no end. I thank you.