Marsh Geese, watercolor, Jane Kohut-Bartels, 200–
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This waning Autumn season,
That bursts upon the mindscape
Through the vehicle of landscape
And mingles dazzling elements
Of color, odors, tangled undergrowth,
Where things are lost in each other
And plausible limits vanish,
And with the passage of days,
(Or a violent rainstorm—)
The Earth is transformed in scarcity,
A stretching silence
Insulated by hoar frost and later snow,
Where color is corralled
Like old black and white horses
Barely moving against bitter grey of day.
Jane Kohut-Bartels
Copyrighted, 2015
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December 2, 2015 at 12:52 am
“The earth is transformed in scarcity” – what a fine observation!
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December 2, 2015 at 12:59 am
Thank you, Sherry. You’re a good poet, you know how hard it is to form these things.
I did something I haven’t done before with this poem: it’s not separated, it’s like a run on sentence. I’m wary of these things, but this time, it seemed to work.
Thank you again, for reading and your kind comment. We are expecting a bad winter this year, according to NOOA….and we have split our winter wood (we heat by woodstove exclusively….the dogs and cats get the electric or oil heaters….LOL they are comfy and warm) and we are not mostly. But I LOVE winter…my favorite season…it’s like a fresh palette….or page…anything can be written.
Hugs, Jane
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December 6, 2015 at 3:49 pm
Such a beautiful poem, Jane–especially the trope at the close, I think–but the whole thing is just lovely. Thanks. Hope all is well. k.
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December 6, 2015 at 4:07 pm
Hello K! Thank you for reading and your lovely comment. Yes, things are well here…published “Song of the Nightingale” in early July. The cover is a painting I did of two birds (nightingales) in a nest…watercolor. You probably remember some of the episodes of that book I put on the blog. A few other paintings inside and some calligraphy and Nick Nicholson’s beautiful photography inside relating to the story line.
The world is a worrisome place right now, neh? But our blessed ability to create poetry (and prose) gives us and hopefully others….a breather.
My very best to you, dear friend.
Jane
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