Cezanne will be Our Fall and I Your Winter

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RSWells
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0 posted 2004-12-10 12:28 PM

Autumn’s odd Sun,
whose anomalous angle
prods the optic,
probes behind the pupil,
withdraws. Harried eyes
are readied for a Winter

Bleeding Spring,
screaming Summer
and feral Fall,
whose potato peelings,
dust motes
and rustlings have drained
this year’s color,
now draws a
sylvan shadowed shawl

I promise not to craze
as I become your Winter

A beard, once a field
of red sorghum whose
tight grains wove
their own course,
gathers white
in drifts

The thatched roof above,
overhanging as though
resigned to being
“long in the tooth,”
yields to snows’
downy fleece

While this sepia
sketch bears resemblance
to ‘The North Wind,’
my whisperings rush
warm and gentle,
close and constant

Remember this when;
white Winter throws
its web upon your face,
mercury flees the
whorls of your ears,
knees and thighs cut
through the frigid air
and clay feet are tempted
by the numb of recruiting
sidewalks

My love’s an iron stove,
Its song a whistling kettle

passing shadows
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displaced

1 posted 2004-12-10 12:40 PM

outstanding

Martie

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2 posted 2004-12-10 12:54 PM

Richard

The imagery, and the honest declaration of feeling are beautiful and touching to my heart. This is one of my favorite poems of yours.

Enchantress
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Canada eh.

3 posted 2004-12-10 01:04 PM

Brava!
This indeed is an outstanding write!
A keeper for my library.
Well done Sir.

~ Let peace begin with me... ~

Huan Yi
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4 posted 2004-12-10 01:51 PM

This is good RS

Sunshine

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Listening to every heart

5 posted 2004-12-10 02:14 PM

I promise not to craze
as I become your Winter

~*~

If I make this a

then the promise will be met...

Mysteria

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6 posted 2004-12-10 08:24 PM

Well now, that was romance at its finest Sir Richard. A beautiful write to float through on the metaphors that make dreams.

Midnitesun

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Gaia

7 posted 2004-12-10 09:33 PM

RS, Cezanne's painting called 'The Cracked House' is my favorite of his landscapes.
What a wonderfully complex self-portrait you've painted with this write.

RSWells
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8 posted 2004-12-10 09:51 PM

Thank you all very much. I started this a year ago. It, unfortunately, applies to no one in particular. But as the old song says "I can dream can't I? Can't I?

Certain artists strike me as seasons and Cezanne suggests autumn.

nakdthoughts
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Between the Lines

9 posted 2004-12-11 06:37 AM

love the title...love these thoughts:

My love’s an iron stove,
Its song a whistling kettle

as I have a soaptstone iron stove and a kettle that steams the air.

M

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in the shadows

10 posted 2004-12-11 07:36 AM

"A beard, once a field
of red sorghum whose
tight grains wove
their own course,
gathers white
in drifts"

*laugh*

Now I understand why life often feels like my own private ice age.

Well done thanks for sharing this.

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