Pictures
& Poems #11
Sef alias -//\\- has made some
wonderful poems to some of my pictures.
Here's a
collection.
What's True?
by Lars
So I wonder...
if I made a marble statue and stood it in the garden,
would it be more real than if I made
one here on the computer?
What'stashed away in a drawer somewhere?
Who knows what's true?
Maybe that's where the original Mona Lisa
LIVES?
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In the Forest
by Lars
In the golden glow of this
Late Autumn afternoon,
Silence wraps itself sweetly
Around my heart.
I drink in the heartbreaking
Loveliness of once more
singing:
"Just a song at twilight,
When the lights are low,
And the flickering shadows,
Softly come and go..."
Walking in the forest glow
I walk along...oh so slow,
Walking with all my
Yesterdays,
I shall carry this with me-
This golden glow__
-Into all my
Tomorrows.
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Art by Nature
by Lars
Art by Nature is
My favorite art.
I never tire of it.
It's a good thing she gave us
several senses with which to
Experience it!
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Living statues
by Lars
not sure I can find any words to say why I like this one so much...
But I will try. Even though she is not as joyfully playful as the others,... I see life in her even more
deeply and fully and joyful in the way she depicts the pure awesomeness of Life.... :-)
The way her mouth is partially open and the way her eyes show total concentration and the
posture of her body, shows the way we feel when we experience for the first time some
wonderful, beautiful aspect of life that is new to us, that we have never before experienced.
It's like it shows the wonderment of life. :-)
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The Red Pond
by Lars
One view of Red Pond goes off into the distance catching up the mist
Another in layers reflective,
sparkling behind tree trunks,
circled by the bright green pond grasses,
more tree trunks reflected over yonder,
Then up the farther bank colored red like the foreground...
Then there's the beautiful sky in the one with the family of trolls.
It's odd how the sky is so much more MORE when it's reflected in water. :-)
And the writing at the top is like frosting on the cake!
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Meeting the Antiquity
by Lars
The strange yellow eyed animal
With the long nose must actually
BE
The Demon of Socrates!
Rooting his snout in mud and slop
the demon of socrates never flinches.
Neither fluffy fluff nor sticky gooey goo
can thrwart him from his pursuit of truth.
Not always so pretty to look at,
But not one they'd throw the book at
The demon of Socrates will dig
Through the garbage like a pig,
Eat pepperoni on a pizza pie,
Ice cream.
Scrape ice off the hull
of another metal Voyager;...
...
Demoniacally speaking:
Sock it to 'em, Socrates!
-//\\-
Meeting the Antiquity
by Lars
Odd antiquity
All the works are good
The people coming to life
Back from then to now
We immediately are drawn
to some
liking them immediately
the personality presents
itself to us:
we like or dislike
at once.
Nero. We dislike.
How strange.
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Meeting the Antiquity
by Lars
That just goes to show what can
be found on an imaginary
superhighway of cybertechnologeistical
blending of past present and future
Those colors came out super great, too!
-//\\-
Meeting the Antiquity
by Lars
VEry StRaNge is eternity's stone
Combined with what's come and gone
Antiquity keeps going on and on.
The colors are so very odd
In that particular combination
Like mixing together
Cotton candy with,
Marble.
Yes marble, not granite.
Christmas cookies too.
Along with a little superglue.
All in all, so pleasingly odd,
yet so very autumnal that
it's remindfully reminescent of
Old Robert Frost, who said,
"A tree beside the wall stands bare,
But a leaf that lingered brown,
Disturbed, I doubt not,
by my thought,
Comes softly rattling down."
-//\\-
Meeting the Antiquity
by Lars
Didn't see it immediately. Had to squint my eyes for a minute,
then after I found it the first time it was plain and clear.
The colors are wonderful.
I like the way the tree and the person is woven in and out of each other.
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Meeting the Antiquity
by Lars
On the shores of time
Man, the land, the sea
Gentle waves
Wash over me
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Meeting the Antiquity
by Lars
The statue has almost disappeared into the
leaves and twigs have swallowed up the
form leaving mere suggestions of what once
was it stone or flesh and blood of humanity that
left traces of itself behind?
Color itself could not be better stated than
blue skies intermingled with sap from an old
birch tree fallen from it's high stature, all the
colors un-named taking their place in the
majesty of marching time ebbing and flowing
in, out, among and through stretches of
endless antiquites...
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Meeting the Antiquity
by Lars
In time everything vanishes
In time everything appears
Time is not measured in days
Also not measured in years
Time is measured from here
To there and over there,
It stretches out interminably
It reaches everywhere.
Ah... How sweet it is! :-)
That the gentle touch of Time
Caresses the crumbling face of Antiquity!
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Meeting the Antiquity
by Lars
Upon Yesterday's
Tomorrow
I stake my claim,
I'll embroider my name
Into the edges all the way around it
The world will want to know where I found it.
But I won't know how to say
That this was
Today
Yesterday.
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