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.

[Holly Mason]

I read many of your works...always so different
all are lovely but for some reason this one just shines..
lovely words and thoughts
I think you will write to her words that shine when you know her better
you seem to write with a knowing and looking is not knowing...but it will shine
very much like your painting as well...spent my yesterday with my daughters at Andy Warhol exhibit...they actually sell Andy Warhol candy bars...silly sorry
thank you for sharing lovely ink and paint

[Ken Simm.]

I think Warhol would be pleased with that. I'm glad you like this Holly. Thank you so much.

[Sami Khalil]

All the lines echo the beauty of your world and the serenity of your love towards her. Your emotions are rhythmic and flow like a soft waterfall...Thank you for sharing the love world...:)

[Ken Simm.]

Glad I could do Sami. Thank you for looking and liking.

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure . Any time ...:)

[Emily B]

beautiful to tears, waiting for the light

[Ken Simm.]

Waiting for the light to paint. Thats it Emily.