Over thirty years ago I saw it,
I still remember it,
Remember it in my mind’s eye.
The room was filled with art,
Art and sculpture of all types.
It was a degree show,
Showing the works
Of the students
Those who achieved degrees.
Our daughters work was there,
That piece that now dominates,
Dominates our lounge,
Amongst her other works.
I walked round the show
Looking at all,
Looking at all with my untrained eye,
That has now been trained
Into an appreciation of art,
Art of so many differing types.
But this piece stuck with me.
As I walked round it hit me,
I just stopped and looked,
Looked and was drawn in,
Into the mind of the artist.
It was a drawing,
A drawing in charcoal.
An alley was shown,
The sides were solid wooden fences,
The path went on,
Went on to a corner,
A corner turning left.
For over thirty years
That drawing has pulled at me,
Pulled at me in my mind.
All I want to know
Is what is around that corner.
I will never know,
But in my imagination I dream,
I dream that paradise is there,
And that is where I am going,
Where I am going to be,
For eternity.
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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Michael Edwards recent art work showing a gate into a field brought to mind a picture that often comes into my mind that I saw at our Daughters art degree show over thirty years ago. That image I can still see.
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A fine write Gold. Erm, I discovered a locked gate round the corner. I jumped over it, and fell in a bog. I wondered why it said 'Keep gate closed - No entry'. In 1066 that was. Lands were more marshy then, yes? Doh!
I will not pull you out of that bog anymore Orchi, it is getting boring.
you are getting better all the time!
lol!
Thank you onepauly you are most generous.
The best art of any type affects the soul like this and your words explain it beautifully. Your Daughter must be very proud and very good.
Thank you Debsspot. Yes she is very good and we are proud of her. This piece was not one of hers though.
That's disappointing Goldfinch.
I really wanted that wonderful artwork to be hers. I read your peice a few times trying to br sure but wasn't. Just wished it was.
In western mainstream religion the concept of reincarnation has been pushed away. Though it used to be a part of christian belief till around 900AD.
Why do i raise the subject here? Well i believe that once we pass on to the other place we will be reborn as something and live again rather than be forever in a 'paradise/heaven'.
Most western minds have trouble with this concept because they place restrictions upon their outlook imagining that reborn means to be reborn human and also into the reality as we know it here on earth today..... both in contradiction to spirituality itself.
Having been touched by My Spirit I know that once this earthly body ends My Spirit will go on forever as will us all, joined in the Spirit.
Either that or I will come back as a buzzard and glide over all below me in peace and tranquility.
Thanks UNCLE ANDY : Beautiful Music and an intriguing poem. I love ART and the inclusion of a GATE: DOOR : Curve in the PATH is a technique to draw the beholder into the Picture and away from the things of Time and Sense. We lose ourselves in the PICTURE. I love all Uncle Mikes : Poems & Pics. I loved ART & MUSIC (Keyboard) at School but my DAD believes Higher Education should be a MEAL TICKET so I studied Science & Physiotherapy instead : which I dont regret ! Please check my HEXAGON : thanks.
Blessings & Love to You & JOYCE :
ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡
I have always been passionate about music all my life, but the appreciation of art came with a serial about the Pre Raphaelites, and with bot music and art my vision has been widened into a wonderfully varied appreciation of more of each. Not bad when I started out as an analytical chemist with the Atomic Energy Research Establishment.
Where would we be without art? I enjoy the paintings of the Impressionists.
Where indeed. I enjoy all types of art but my absolute favourites are the Pre-Raphaelites.
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