Contemplating.

Contemplating.
Wayzata, Minnesota

Monday, January 27, 2014

The Mag - 204

...the falling snow raged on, as if reaching for rifting clouds, so that together they would vanish, all hopes of sunlight pushing through.

THE MAG



The Mill 1964 Andrew Wyeth





Bellowing of sights and hollow's depth
wide gazing eyes
through spectacles of youth
like twin fires
pressed before him
never flinching.

In cold brilliant breadth
overlooking
green hillocks
and water pockets
his tunefulness
rushing over him
under glistening showers.

 Ever powerful
ever luminous
not a frosty mill
but rather still
his most wonderful-
 swimming hole.


"Each man should frame life so that at some future hour fact and his dreaming meet." - Victor Hugo



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posted for Tess Kincaid
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11 comments:

Filip Demuinck said...

It looks cold.

Greetings,
Filip

Jenny Woolf said...

Lovely. I had not seen that picture by Andrew Wyeth, and like it very much

Cloudia said...

Sweetie I gasped at an image from a time and place: my childhood in eastern PA. The Wyeths showed the land that was my first to advantage. Indelibly. Your poem touched me on many levels. A truly fine post. Again you show us how it's done.

ALOHA from Honolulu
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Jerry E Beuterbaugh said...

Very well done!

Kutamun said...

Tou have uncovered the world behind this world quite nicely, fellow Kooky Introceptor !
Love that title

Kathe W. said...

lovely poem!

Sue said...

Well conceived and neatly done!

=)

Little Nell said...

Oh I like the idea of tunelfulness rushing over him! An inspiring picture.

Amrit Sinha said...

Beautiful poem :-)

Tess Kincaid said...

Soon it will be swimming hole season and we will be longing for the frosty mill...

John Foster said...

Love the opening photo.