Outside my window

The object of art is to give life a shape.

                   William Shakespeare

 

  

In all the world, I tread upon these imbedded stones made smooth by footfalls of forebears unknown . . .

 

Echoes that tremble my fingers on keys made ancient, hallowed by compositions conceived in the silent canals of Beethoven’s agony;

 

How the palette blues of Chagall’s oddly configured windows incline my lashes to half mast in the vibrant presence of colour at last understood;

 

That bubbling forth from watery parchment comes an idiosyncratic truth of a world divided, from a mind made more brilliant by its perceptions of wavery sociologic progressions, ultimately proving that buried, hart.rending graves forever speak . . .

 

In all the world, there exists not a language of worthy breadth to encompass the knowing that what my eyes and heart perceive is nothing as it appears to be.

Author's Note

the reference to 'hart.rending' refers to the poet Hart Crane.

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

You've personified art into poetry, if that's conceivable. The entire package is one very impressive, magnificent piece, but I especially love "the palette blues of Chagall’s oddly configured windows". Oh, what I would give to write with such caliber of talent that you exude!

[J]

Miss Kel, you ever sell yer bad self short! It is you I aspire to be! Thank you, dear friend, your thoughts always lift me up. I'm so happy to see you! xx

[Arundass TP]

Excellent writing. Loved reading it.

[emmajoy]

Many thanks for mail.. rayyy! Had hoped you'd posted a new poem.. but, forgive, 'cause you've posted some wonderful pictures, J. . One step at a time, dear friend. Will add more to this after looking at your promised pics. :)

[H L Rose]

I've really enjoyed reading this. I am honestly captivated by this poem and while I have yet to really analyze and get down to it's significance I find it compelling.

My favorite part is the third stanza, and the end with "nothing as it appears to be." makes me think and want to dive into the poems meaning more.

Glad to have stumbled across your poem!

[J]

Hello HL! Delighted to find you've happened by and have been kind enough to leave your lovely thoughts on this piece. Thank you muchly!

[H L Rose]

Of course!

[Ladysue]

J. you have captured the complexities of art..of people, of life really..as we delve into the mysteries and attempt to understand..we find more possibilities and questions each time we look..possibly everything except the simple truth which may be in front of us or within us..at least that is what it says to me..I love the last line of yours..'..the knowing that what my eyes and heart perceive is nothing as it appears to be'.. You bring tremendous depth to your work..much enjoyed this

[J]

goodness sue, your perceptive acuity catches me by my heart over n over. the questions do indeed go unanswered til time out of mind and ... how to recognize the truth when it taps on our window ..... thank you sweetest friend, you of such poetic heart. xx

[A. Amos]

this is one of my favorite piece I have read in writer's cafe, you took your readers to a journey and in between so many messages you shared. This poem define your brilliance and I truly enjoyed. Respect

[J]

dear a, oh please forgive me this lapse of acknowledgement --- i dunno where the 'ell i was ... thank you so very much, my friend. xx

[A. Amos]

You're most welcome my friend

[SkinlessFrank]

this ode to art as a way of seeing, seeing more, often painfully more .... what a little gem you have crafted

[J]

yes, dearest d, the truth often hides with such skillful avoidance doesn't it, commanding all the diligence and perception available. thank you so much. apologies for such a tardy acknowledgement.

[Relic]

The breadth and depth of art is rarely heard or seen in one sitting. That's what I believe art is...long lasting and always giving more with each listen or gaze. You have a very intellectual mind that perceives deep thoughts. Great poem.

[J]

and oh t, you are my mirror that so often reflects that which i can only see through ....... you. you are a gift to me ... in unimaginable ways ..... thank you, my friend. x

[Relic]

You're welcome Jill.

[emmajoy]

'In all the world, there exists not a language of worthy breadth to encompass the knowing that what my eyes and heart perceive is nothing as it appears to be.'

Few laymen/women understand that concept, and need it to be explained. There's so often a need to say what 'is' within rather than what's 'there'. You dear Jilly Joyfull have an artist's spirit, understanding what's created by the musician, the painter, the other being who makes beauty from snatched colours and notes and letters ..

You use names in freefall colour in this extraordinary write.. I'd forgotten how enthralling, how intense its meaning is. Here you seem to kneel to a seeing deep into an eternal rainbow.. or a palette or.. something most can't see.

Wonder what I'll see next time.. next year... and i will.

[emmajoy]

February 2020.. so delighted to know you're back in the cafe, hoping so if only occasionally. Will answer your message asap, Jully J. Please leave yet another of your poems.. maybe some photos too. if you want.

[Forest Green]

Nicely dealt in a poetic mirage, the simplicity of what was is not matched by what is. But they do blend occasionally into the vastness of hopeful splendor.

Nice writing...!

:)

[J]

ooooooo -- now t.h.a.t is a wonderfully evocative comment! thank you for your singular, unmatched point of view. :)

[Forest Green]

you're muchly welcome...this was a grand one...!