Friday, October 24, 2008

Dusk



My paintings scatter on your water
Softly
One at a time
A pigment rain
In air I've walked
Will walk
My green jacket with the broken zipper
Billowing
Darkness buttering the breeze

Too much to bear at sunset
With my paintings
Ribboned by rocks
Piling in the brown eddies
Not wanted anymore
So tomorrow I'll paint
And I'll show you what I see
Again

16 comments:

Aggie said...

Oh that's lovely Jason ... and that photo is stunning. It looks like the leaves are dancing and billowing over the water. What a great painting it will be.

c.s. said...

after a rough day at work, i feel a sense of calm and peace after reading this. Thanks, Jason! :)

Vesper de Vil said...

This is lovely.

Sarah Hina said...

This photo and poem evoke the spirit of Impressionism for me. Of Monet capturing the same lily pond, at the same time of day, over and over, and still finding those subtle variations that each day brings.

The dedication is striking here. The desire to make that impression.

Aine said...

Nice, Jason! Lots of well worded images in this one.

Lots of feelings and thoughts are inspired here, too. I feel the optomism and the pain, the sense of getting nowhere, but the simple joy of having the opportunity to keep trying. I want the speaker to know that his efforts are not "unwanted" and that his paintings are seen and loved. He does bring meaning to others.

Thank you for sharing your visions. I have grown and felt richer for having glimpsed through your eyes.

Charles Gramlich said...

"A pigment rain." So compelling an image.

Meghan said...

"Darkness buttering the breeze..."

I LOVE that image. you have a great command of the English language!

virtual voyage said...

Darkness buttering the breeze works for me....

Ello said...

Jason that is seriously beautiful. Have you thought of putting a sidebar for just your poems? It would be nice to have a place to access all your poetry.

YogaforCynics said...

"a pigment rain"
wow--so beautiful, and going so well with the pic, as well as the blankets I dig out for these increasingly chilly nights....

JR's Thumbprints said...

Nice reflection poem (with no pun intended).

Billy said...

One of your best. "Ribboned by rockets"--primo. This flowed like water from line to line. Flawless.

Geraldine said...

I agree with Billy...flowing and seamless. Excellent Jason and perfect photo to accompany.

K.Lawson Gilbert said...

Many good images in this poem. I love,

"Darkness buttering the breeze..."

A solid scene is painted in our minds, from words on paper.

Vesper said...

What a beautiful, peaceful, beautiful poem...

jason evans said...

Aggie, C.S., Vesper, Sarah, Aine, Charles, Meghan, Virtual Voyage, Ello, Yogaforcynics, JR, Billy, Geraldine, Kaye, Vesper,

Thank you for all the wonderful comments! I always enjoy responding to each person individually, but since I've been sick, I'm going to break from my rule this one time. ;)

This poem was largely about the experience of being an artist. How each day our creativity paints images that we hope to capture and share. Yet, with the end of the day, that unique, never-to-be-repeated inspiration dissolves away.

The next day always brings new inspiration. But let's not let that stop us from doing what we can to capture the one today!