Absolutes
Marvel with me, if you will,
that water never flows uphill,
that whiners know no dulcet tone,
and ants leave nary a cake alone;
that day follows night and night the day,
that parrots always have something to say,
that money’s scarce in holiday season,
and you love me still, despite all reason.
Naturally, I Thought of You
I stepped onto the broad parterre to make a painting en plein air,
but found, instead of gentle breeze, the air was cold enough to freeze;
instead of fresh and sunny scenes, a garden growing wilted greens;
I’d hoped to capture nature’s glory–saw, instead, an allegory
teaching me: the garden pales, the skies grow dim, and nature fails
and seems all doomed to soon be dead–so I just painted you instead,
and in your portrait, found that kind of natural joy I’d hoped to find.
Art-Colored Glasses 
Both of the oeams are lovely, Kathryn, and touch cords deep within. 🙂 I wonder where the wind is hurrying to? It always seems to be in a rush to get there, for whenever I perceive the wind, it is always on the move.
Poems, please. My fingers have a mind of their own today! 😉
Ted, I’m so glad you like the poems; by “both”, I presume you mean the ones in the body of the post–but I’ll bet you wouldn’t mind the one in the photo either! 😉
Yes, wind is a tricky customer and never fails to surprise me; when it comes, when it *doesn’t* come though expected . . . . It has an impressive impact on my mood and attitude for something only visible via its impact on solids. Hmmm.
Nice poems: I especially like the first one. I always love your photo collages.
Thank you so much!
So much inspiration in your words, Kathryn. I love what you say and especially how you say it 🙂
Thank you
You are so sweet, Anyes.
‘and seems all doomed to soon be dead’.. though actually it is ok.. c
Well, after all, we’re every one of us headed in that particular direction. I just hope I can do it relatively slowly!
Beautiful words again here.. brilliantly done!
Oh, you are so kind! Thank you very much. Makes my day when writers share the love. 🙂
I love that you can so easily change the tone of your poems. They seem effortlessly written.. is this so or do you draft and draft? You really have a natural talent and gift for words.. and you know words I’ve never heard of, I love that about you! Cheers, Barb
Thank you, dearest. I’m not often very ‘drafty’ in *that* way, just long-winded! I do tweak poems once or twice to even out a pattern, eliminate some of the junk, clarify or that sort of thing, but I’m far too impatient to fuss over anything that doesn’t come pretty close to what I wanted on first try. That’s even true with essays, posts and longer writings. So I guess I’d say with my short attention span and unwillingness to labor too hard without visible results, I’m mostly a fast-and-loose writer.
I suspect you’re more deliberate, if only because your words always come across as not only well chosen and fitting but also get laid out very prettily on the page to enhance the whole of the presentation. That doesn’t just *happen*, I would think!
Lovely words, and dreamy images…perfect for a foggy morning.
Glad I can help! 😀
I am in love with those dreamy green photos. When all that surrounds me is stark brown trees, cold clouds and ugly fall gardens, this green is an oasis.
While the bottom image (accidentally doubled-up, whether by me or by WordPress I don’t know) is obviously a digital composite, the top pair of photos are unretouched and from a park you ought to see. Really lush! Those shots weren’t even taken during the peak of the season. It’s a rhododendron park, but has a number of “side interest” specialties like candelabra primroses, ferns, alpine rock plants, bonsai and others that each are featured in different zones. Maybe I should try to share a little list of favorite fabulous gardens I’ve seen . . . .
Meanwhile, I know what you mean: it’s so nice to have a ‘breather’ from whatever’s the current season’s focus with a little reminder that there’s something else ahead.
Ringing tetrameter creating mental images; change of season & loyal love “despite all reason”. Compelled to read each poem three times, very well done…
Lindy Lee, you are so generous! Thank you for the encouragement. I’m afraid I’m a very ignorant, sloppy technician in verse and if there’s any meter or form whatsoever it’s nearly always coincidental, so I’m happy if I happen to fall *near* any mark! 😉
Love 🙂 “Beyond passion’s drive to cry” is just such a lovely turn of phrase. Beautiful, Kathryn.
Thank you, my Sweet! I’m honored that a wonderful wordsmith like you enjoys my words. 😀
Read them all through a number of times, what to say? It’s funny I often will read good poetry and enjoy it but have difficulty in picking something out to comment on, I just enjoy the whole package I guess. 🙂
I know just how you feel, Dennis. I’m delighted if you enjoy!!
*My* reason for not remarking on specifics in others’ work, however, is that I have nearly zero technical knowledge about poetry, so I can’t comment on historical precedents, form and pattern and meter and all of that wonderful stuff, with any sort of intelligence, so I just have to go with my visceral response. So I’m pleased enough if others are no more specific than having gotten a kick out of reading my stuff! 🙂
The first set up the last line perfectly so that the last line zinged into the heart.
And *that*, dear sir, zings right into *my* heart. Thanks!