Wednesday, June 25, 2008

No pastels

Fire danger
here the forest is closed
too dry
but sooo much cooler than the desert floor
No pastels, no watercolors in the forest this year.
the greens are strong, ragged, angry
The browns aggressive, dry, rich
golden grasses await tinder, spark
Still there are flowers
Red, orange, purple all wild and strong
but no pastels in this forest.
Even laying on a stone table
waiting for the last steppers to fade up the path
looking at the clouds
someone is stirring them with a big wooden spoon
they flow toward one another, across one another, can't make up their minds.
No pastels in this forest, even the mole hills in grey dry dust are too harsh
for the gentle paintbrush
The light offers too much contrast for any camera to catch a tree that is not a dark silhouette against the mountainside.
Smell this day,
too touched with life
to be a pastel.




Photo courtesy of a friend


who understands

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12 Comments:

Blogger AlasMyDear said...

lovely pice indeed. i like how the stark reality of your forest blends in with the ethereal-ness of a painting

6/26/08, 12:27 AM  
Blogger Bill Stankus said...

Thanks for the stop-by moment, I appreciate your comment.

You seem to write about etherial issues yet you mention the grime of cities, thus lots of options.

6/26/08, 12:31 AM  
Blogger Josie said...

"too touched with life
to be a pastel."


That's beautiful. Can I borrow that?

What a gorgeous post!

6/26/08, 3:24 PM  
Blogger Hopper said...

this is amazing... you've painted a bright and colorful picture here with your words...

and I've come to think that the colors of nature and the light in which they fall can't ever be captured as you'd see it with a photo or a brush and some paint... often a poem comes so much closer to that perfect moment where the light ans shadow meet and where the living things are so alive looking...

thanks for sharing your insight...

6/26/08, 11:28 PM  
Blogger human being said...

no pastel
no watercolor
ragged... angry... aggressive... harsh...

yes... this poem is more than the picture... so impressive.

i love watercolor paintings so
much... they give me wings while watching them...

6/27/08, 11:02 AM  
Blogger Macadamia The Nut said...

BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!
I loved it!
I don't ever want my life to be painted in pastels.. no thank you!
SIgh!

6/28/08, 6:51 PM  
Blogger Echo said...

Josie,
certainly you can use the words, what a compliment!

Thank you all for your supportive notes! It's ironic to find such a depth of warmth and closeness in words from distant places and yet function in life and work with such superficial communications in the surrounding world at home.

6/29/08, 9:11 AM  
Blogger jim said...

Very striking poetry you have my young lass, most pleasant and visual to the ears, rich in awareness and attention to life in its myriad of forms and manifestations woven in spectrums of colorful and moving sounds. I admire your powers and much of your sentiment, kindred souls.

6/29/08, 12:49 PM  
Blogger Lavinia Ladyslipper said...

How beautifully written this is...

Lovely to pause and read this remarkable prose.

6/30/08, 11:38 AM  
Blogger aria said...

this is truly amazing.. a painting in words.. "too harsh
for the gentle paintbrush" but so tender are your own words .. relished it.

6/30/08, 9:39 PM  
Blogger holly said...

Your poetry begs to be read aloud, to hold it close, dance with it, revel in it. It is so rich and wonderful, luxurious as a walk along the beach or through the puddles with mud squishing between your toes, so earthy so real.

7/3/08, 8:14 AM  
Blogger Echo said...

Wow, you guys are sooooooooo cool,
holly, you brought tears to my eyes.
It's so good to have people out there who understand.

7/3/08, 8:59 AM  

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