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.

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is beautiful. I enjoyed the journey you took me in your words. I like the description and the desire of the poem. Always a pleasure to read your outstanding poetry and story.
Coyote

[rhythm&blues]

This is the kind of piece that takes my breath away, so very lovely, and lucky the lady you wrote it for.

[Ken Simm.]

You are kind my friend.

[rhythm&blues]

Not kind, impressed. You are a true romantic.

[Ken Simm.]

Unashamed.

[IWRITE]

well seeing as you already have 19 reviews (!), i feel like i probably couldn't contribute very much...

but! i do feel like i should at least let you know a few things

1- very well written. surely you already know this
2- i love your repetition of certain phrases (ie 'i know' 'for the' 'it will'). they work very well for this writing
3- some excellent and eye opening imagery. i particularly like "in rich baroque chambers" ! ah! i f*****g love that line. fits so well.
4- heart of gold. awesome. poem of gold.

you sir, write very well and i am impressed. imma add you. thank you for sharing.

[Ken Simm.]

You are a gentleman to say those things. Thanks for enjoying all this.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Epona...the a goddess of fertility, and one of my favorites, because also a protector of horses. The stories of her are quite interesting...

Anyway, as for the piece, I love the language and the underlying tones of emotion. You have brought out some outstanding imagery here that had my mind whirring with the ebb and flow of the words. This felt almost like bobbing along the ocean for me in a lot of ways. The last lines are quite beautiful...the singing...*sigh* one of my favorite parts. Beautifully done.

[Ken Simm.]

When I painted that I didn't have a horse. Now I do. Are you interested in horses Sarah? Mine is 4yrs old is 17.2hh and is very chestnut. And I pulled him out of his Mother. Oh nd he is clled Mooey. Which is Dutch for beautiful.
I'm glad you like the piece. It was an attempt to write about things I find interesting , that shine for me, for my love.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

I ride and show horses. I have two of my own. Both Half Arabians. I show my Arabian/Quarter Horse at the Regional/National level in Reining. I've had horses all my life...they are my "other" passion.

[Rahul]

I agree with your words... nice flow of ink. This's poem foresure came from your real life...
words're powerful and strong as well.

[Ken Simm.]

You are right there my friend. Thankyou for reading and liking.

[Rahul]

My pleasure.... dear frnd... but
may i know the exact reason of your this write ? if you don't mind...

[Ken Simm.]

I am a painter and this was written to show my love some of what matters to me in my art.

[Stella Armour]

the painting..fragmented but not cubist..i love it.The poem also fragmented and i love the sections of colour...

[Ken Simm.]

I am flattered that you like both Stella. The painting was a large oil on canvas. Very large.

[quinfinn]

not everyone can carry off a good prose. this is excellent. i am not easily impressed by most writers, but this is impressive. well done.

[Ken Simm.]

Thank you very much for that my friend. You are very kind.

[TL Boehm]

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

this one shimmers and dances with its own flow and meter. Lovely poetry.

[Ken Simm.]

You are too kind Tammy. I am in Scotland at the moment on my adventures. On the side of a loch tonight but tomorrow up a mounmtain. Trying to get my notebook computer to work. And it is so damn slow. So sorry if I am a little brief. But thank you so much.

[Chris]

I smiled as I spoke the words... and found the smile remained as their echo faded.

[Ken Simm.]

I'm glad Chris.