
What triggers your emotions so that you feel the need, the urge to create, share or write them down for yourself? To paint or sculpt? What makes any of us ache with the beauty before us or the darkness?
What makes us stop and put down in one form or other what we feel just has to be shared?
I believe it is a heart full of passion and love of life.
When I go for walks, travel, mingle with friends and family; meet new people unexpectedly, there is always some encounter that stays inside and won’t be still until I put it down on paper.
So my dear friends, you are lucky that I keep my posts to one a week or you would be flooded with poetic impressions.
Mind you, there is always the press delete…..although I dearly hope to escape it.
So, another such walk resulted in the poem below.
SYMPHONY
Linseed fields shimmering in blues,
next to weaving gold of wheat,
Grass and trees in deep green
Counterpoint beyond;
Like Vincent my heart misses a beat
I want to paint it all,
in thick and rich oils,
Catch the glow;
Beauty I cannot in words convey,
show you why your heart could burst;
with joy of just being alive.
Would I then like Vincent feel,
it is not good enough?
How do I tell,
Really show the wonder of life.
I comfort us both and say,
We can but try our best.
Creation can never be caught,
only sung about,
In various media and ways;
Each using the voice we got,
Creating together, a symphony.
© miriam ivarson

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