From the Bridge
Black and white the day grew long. Etchings of thoughts painted their songs.
Amid the drift of a summer day, a sun eclipsed young lovers fading away.
Into the brush, along the bridge, two white silhouettes floated into tall grass along a tranquil grassy ridge.
A parasol pushed up against the blackest sky. From the bridge, the romance caught my eye.
Lily pads danced in the silent pool. I stood for hours watching this canvas veiled in tulle.
Stark the figures of life unlit. The sun stood idle as I prepared my artist’s kit.
Behind the shadows of stars you see, is a palette of light brushed in ecstasy.
Yellow circles pulsated around the veiled sun as I brushed long strokes of green and blue into the breeze that hummed.
Flowers bloomed on this black and white day as the blanket of sun gently pulled away.
Creation blossomed in my very soul. The colors of the rippling waters pulled up into the beauty on the knoll.
She stood so peacefully against the wind. Her long hair pulled up against the clouds pulling more light in.
Effortless the stride of serenity exposed. I stood in awe of what my mind composed.
Impressions of life are like a bouquet of flowers. Their fragrance moves memories from years to hours.
Like my pocket watch that fathers time, I was in God’s elements, my mission divine.
To contain my heart, I followed the trees. I could breathe them in with such calm and ease.
A monologue in color leaves me for a loss of words. It is as though Mother Earth is holding my heart, undisturbed.
A bridge welcomes the company of everything I feel, to be one in the Spirit of mind, paper, and quill.
Across the bridge, in the soft light of a heavenly smile, I see Claude Monet motion for me to come and sit, and rest with him awhile.
Kathy Paysen 2013