Saturday, September 19, 2015

An Old Woman's Painting By Lynn Emanuel

                                                             <^>  Calla Lily after rain...  <^>


AN OLD WOMAN’S PAINTING

By Lynn Emanuel

Scrape the sun from the wall of  the sky. 
Cast the great nets of  autumn over the houses. 
Even the throat of  the lily is a dangerous inlet. 

Let the world stand wearily on the stoop of  the jail 
of  the world and the light of  the mind, that small lamp, 
pearl of  shine, let the night come to it, as iron filings to a magnet, 
mother.

"The Nerve of It:  Poems New and Selected" by Lynn Emanuel


                        August sunrise...

                                     Zinnia, fading as time marches on....

                                  Zinnia, ravaged by time...

           Amidst the fading flowers, new life...

           The fading flower is the most beautiful...

                         Sister Zinnias...








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One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever come to sit by it. Passers-by see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on the way. ~Vincent Van Gogh~ Pull up a chair...

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