Sunday, November 23, 2014

Thoughts on awakening from a November nap. #magpie#247

Snowstorm by Maurice de Vlaminck 
Lying there under the felt like poncho
Like a sleeping river beneath the ice;
Moving slightly with nano speed ideas.
Renewing, restoring his energy stores,
Oblivious to the dreary cold outside,
snuggled under his coverlet igloo.
Entertaining  thoughts of uncommon places,
Like a hermit, content in his aloneness;
A participant in the current flow
Carrying him to places known and unknown
Draining memory's vault; painted, profuse,
Of worlds not yet appearing above.
All this in the brief summer of his day.
                                                     © November, 2014; rel


Blogger Liz Rice-Sosne said...

Whereas some have captured the loneliness of the painting, you have captured a sense of coziness while remaining indoors on such a cold day.

5:22 PM  
Blogger Theresa Milstein said...

The brief summer of his day turned into a stormy painting indeed.

6:09 PM  
Blogger Truedessa said...

I enjoyed the first two lines as it really sets up the read..sadly winter is arriving a little too quick.

9:15 PM  
Blogger Churlita said...

Beautiful. I might be having some Summerless days for a while...

3:15 PM  

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