Shadeless stay
Shadeless stay
.original poetry
and photography
by @d-pend
Another day's grey made vibrant
by grace of soul's incessence.
Another harsh tongue goes silent:
painted knave, entomed quiescence.
Another all-speaking wind
to descend upon my pen
speaks bleakness, though could mend
malaise I conjured hence.
Expected deems me dregs
which exit, enter again.
Redeemed a summery sin
by winter's hard chastisement.
Another year's deep gray
by receptive orbs made vibrant.
I, arbiter of shades,
paint not the canvas clear—
but watch, and hope, and pray
for shadeless soul drawn near.
by @d-pend
11/12/18
Incessence = variation of "incessancy"
Entomed = made into a book (en + tome)
Photos taken with iPhone 8+
Thank you for your confidence in your reader's education and intelligence lol ;)
You even include a glossary, every time I go to your posts I think I'm at an Ivy League School or something :)
What's up anyway? Did you go to SF3?
Life reinventing itself rather than renewing itself is what I perceive in this poem as beautiful as it is descriptive of what underlies apparently superficial and external surfaces, but very deep into mosaics of perception beyond what the senses receive and stimulate the mind.
There is an affirmation of life with north, with purpose, with hope. For this reason, the voice declares itself to be an "arbiter of shadows", which tries to avoid looking back, hoping that what evolves will be for the better.
The images are well done and attractive, but the last one hypnotized me, it's a spectacle, really. Congratulations @d-pend, you overflow creativity.
Thank you for giving us these pictures and words as a healing balm for seasons to come @d-pend. It's kind of like drinking a cup of herbal tea.
Still this poem makes me think of Peter Pan looking for his shadow. Maybe someone will find it and sew it back on for him.
@d-pend,
Hey mate.
Nicely written piece.
There's something both grey and colorful in this poem ... emotionally. And, to be honest, I can't really decide which one effects me more.
"Knave" and "dregs" ... good words.
Quill
Heavy words again.
Speaks to me about getting used to the passing of seasons and the incessant cycle of life. Funny how the span of a lifetime is much different than the human one. I try and condition my orbs to see the beauty in renewal.
Life is a pickle.
I really liked this one:
"Redeemed a summery sin
by winter's hard chastisement"
Paint and en-tome, drawing and writing.
Two artistic forms of representation of reality and feelings that can change our perception of said realities and feelings.
We can paint and write for others or we can do it for ourselves and the end result of such attempts and capturing the world and all in it can be futile or successful depending on how much light we see or put in them.
Sometimes the light comes from outside and is subjected to all kinds of external caprices; sometimes it comes from inside and even though it is at our command, it is not exempted from seasonal chastisement.
Al mal tiempo buena cara, we say in Spanish. That simple attitude can make a big difference in how we see things and function within those things. The simple season change, the proximity of winter, the most beautiful and at the same time the most depressing time of the year, can make us jolly or moody. In Venezuela, although we don’t have the drastic climatic change, we do have now an emotional load that feels as chilly as below-zero temperatures on the northern latitudes.
This Christmas in particular will be a tremendous challenge for the faint of heart. Last December it was hard already and last December we realized that there would be no limit for the hardships we would be imposed and the things we’d have to give up. We know for sure that there won’t be Christmas dinner in most homes and here comes the challenge: how will we make this gray vibrant? I know we’ll find a way. There will be our children expecting us to give us reasons to hope for a future; there will be our elders expecting us to hold them up in their last days.
And it is funny how as I read this I feel this sort of “all-speaking wind descend[ing] upon my pen, speaking bleakness.” It goes on and off. We will prevail.
My mother will be spending the holidays with us. Hopefully, she will be that shadeless soul.
Thank you for being here for me, so I can be here for you.
Enjoy your day and stay creative!
Botty loves you. <3
Dear @d-pend sir!
The essence of life is hidden in your poems. The cycle of life keeps changing like the weather, sometimes it brings happiness and sometimes it hurts. Never let the color of life shine. Hope and prayer move our brain in a positive direction.
Beautiful photography of autumn.regards
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