Hope In The Distance

By skinner_jennifer

Sat, 02 May 2020
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Peering from

behind lace curtains,

maintaining steps

into serenity,

 

marooned here

with canvas,

brushes, paint,

some attention to detail,

 

excitement pulsates

as colours applied,

no more my pallor

of stagnant pond,

 

barricades come down,

a creek dwells where

streams can flow freely,

born out of shades of hue.

 

Now! Take imaginary

walk down that open road

gazing into the beyond;

contemplate silence,

 

faith has traveled

those languid country

landscapes, where

curious seekers ramble,

 

feathered clouds

floating me away

to distant hills,

where air is dulcet,

 

and misty peaks

bathe in purity of

nature's vivid,

lively ruddiness.

 

Below! This

immense collage

of corn, wheat

and rapeseed,

 

 

stretches vast expanse

of downs where moments

gallop fast like wild horses,

towards this hope that's awoken.

 

 

Pixabay free image.

 

 

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Comments

Submitted by littleditty on

a painter poem so beautifully paints itself a scene, and another - faith, to a freedom to wander onwards, really lovely writing. Enjoyed:)

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I'd love to be able to paint scenes remembered, but the memories do enable the imagination to re-walk, and create other such scenes to enjoy. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by onemorething on

I like how the painting reveals itself in this Jenny to vivid colours and hope. Enjoyed reading it. Rachel :) 

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Oh! I remember how this felt! You describe it so well!

"...as colours applied,

no more my pallor

of stagnant pond,

 

barricades come down,"

 

Also love :

"moments / gallop fast like wild horses,"

Wonderful account of the urgency and positive oomph that takes over when you get into painting!

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thank you so much for reading littleditty. It's nice to imagine those wonderful scenes when not abke to visit them.

I'm so glad you enjoyed and appreciate the comment.

Thank you.

Jenny. 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Rhiannon,

I'm no great painter, but I sometimes find it very theraputic putting brush to canvas and seeing colours mingle. I just find it fascinating how pictures somehow appear without me really knowing where it will go.

The I P just caught my imagination and this was where it took me.

Thank you for reading and your comment.

Jenny.

 

 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Rachel,

It's always a pleasure when a poem is liked, and your lovely comment is most welcome.

Many thanks.

Jenny.

 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hello Di,

I think many of us must feel like a stagnant pond, not being able to go out into the countryside and exercise, but being able to paint and enjoy mixing colours to create...even though I haven't painted for so many years and I'm not that good, is still a pleasure, and how the time flies! There just isn't enough hours in the day.

There's been so many good stories and poems on here lately, it's amazing how this self isolating is giving rise to the arts in so many ways.

Anyway Im pleased you liked my poem and thank you so much for letting me know.

Jenny.