The wild woody plexus knows
its own emergence
and certain of the sun,
wills itself to life.
Wrinkled welter of the arbor
yields to efflorescent splendor,
and springs forth in joyful verdure
to grasp the azure sky.
****
In the tangle of the thicket,
intimations of Everything...
and in every inch, a World.
- Poems c Lynda Lehmann
Bark Abstracts c Lynda Lehmann
its own emergence
and certain of the sun,
wills itself to life.
Wrinkled welter of the arbor
yields to efflorescent splendor,
and springs forth in joyful verdure
to grasp the azure sky.
****
In the tangle of the thicket,
intimations of Everything...
and in every inch, a World.
- Poems c Lynda Lehmann
Bark Abstracts c Lynda Lehmann(Note to my dear blogging friends: Any and all constructive criticisms of these two little poems are invited and will be gratefully accepted. What would you change? Which words would you leave out? Would you change the line breaks?)
HAPPY SPRING, EVERYBODY!
All images and text c Lynda Lehmann. If you would like to view more of my art, please visit Lynda Lehmann Painting and Photography or my gallery at Imagekind, where you can choose from several sizes and paper types or buy my prints plain or matted and framed.
So sorry, Lynda, I wouldn't change a single word. I love your writing and, of course, your wonderful pictures. Only your creative eye could imagine that tree from above. A bird's eye view. Great texture shot. Well done.
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I love the poems and the photos too. I too wouldn't change a word or a thing.
ReplyDeleteI love your focus on texture which always feeds my artistic side. Thanks for the post recently on my site. I am drawn fifty different ways lately but it is calming to find images that speak to me. I always find them on your site!
ReplyDeleteWow! Another Emily Dickinson - loved your words!
ReplyDeleteTake Care,
Peter
Swubird - You flatter me! But I love it, lol... As you know, I like your writing a lot, so I'm enjoying a compliment from you. I was hoping I wasn't too wordy. I LOVE words and can get carried away!
ReplyDeleteTangled Stitch - Thank you. You're a sweetie and I thank you for your support! :)
ReplyDeleteMargaret - Your art and your words speak to me as well, and there are some commonalities in the way we see things, I think. I'm glad to have found your blog. It shines for me. :)
ReplyDeletePeter - Flattery will get you nowhere! But thanks for commenting.
ReplyDeleteI hope all is well and that you are in heaven with visits to that adorable little granddaughter of yours!
it is when trees went silent, when the roots went deeper than our sins, the un uttered tree words got scribed on its bark...
ReplyDeletecheers to the eyes that can read the tree tales.
regards,
wanderer
http://wanderer-onestep.blogspot.com/
Lynda that was awesome, both prose and picture.
ReplyDeleteOh my, Lynda, your second poem just filled my heart. It says so very much... And everything it shows is wondrously beautiful.
ReplyDeletehello wanderer - Your words are very beautiful, and I thank you for articulating them. It's nice to meet you, and I'll certainly be over to visit you at your blog.
ReplyDeleteBoba - Thank you! How are you doing?
ReplyDeleteI think you just posted, so I'll be over....
Julie - Nature fills all our hearts, that's for sure. And that is in itself, a miracle.
ReplyDeleteThanks for finding me--and I'm so glad I chanced upon your blog and recognized your mountains!
My goodness the first is quite the photo--at first I believed it was HAIR! I like it, though.
ReplyDeleteConda, yes, very much like my hair first thing in the morning! :)
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