THE MAG
The Mill 1964 Andrew Wyeth
KOOKY INTROCEPTION
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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11 comments:
It looks cold.
Greetings,
Filip
Lovely. I had not seen that picture by Andrew Wyeth, and like it very much
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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Very well done!
Tou have uncovered the world behind this world quite nicely, fellow Kooky Introceptor !
Love that title
lovely poem!
Well conceived and neatly done!
=)
Oh I like the idea of tunelfulness rushing over him! An inspiring picture.
Beautiful poem :-)
Soon it will be swimming hole season and we will be longing for the frosty mill...
Love the opening photo.
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