IN GRANDEUR
The oak its form in filigree
stands proud against a paynes grey sky
and where its tattooed shadows fall
upon the crunching autumn leaves
now drained of summers chlorophyl
that tumble on the forests floor
on struggling growth of summer grass
and dressed by frost in picotee
as icy winds like sabres cut
the frozen silence of the night
in sentry here the soaring oak
awaits the purple swathes of thyme
that lie beyond the forests edge
when green again bedecks the land.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The closest of my paintings I could find to match the poem.
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Beautiful write and artwork.
Thank you G
Rich with artistic grace in both forms this duo of picture and verse gives a full measure of grandeur -- loud applause for a fine first read of my day dear Michael.
thanks fay - just spotted a couple of typos which I've corrected.
Nice work Michael. Enjoyed much.
Cheers Frank.
I used to be an art publisher in a former life. Beautiful watercolor. And beautiful poem as well!
Oh to find a friendly art publisher - it's not an easy life as an artist these days. Thanks for your comment.
Michael, it never was. It would be nice if we write a poem, paint a picture, create a sculpture or whatever, and immediately somebody offers us a million dollars for it. But the feeling we get from creating something out of nothing beats the money any time.
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A lovely portrait this poem creates! Thank you for sharing it with us, Michael.
Thanks Louis for looking in and your kind comment.
A fine write and pic M.
Cheers O
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