Revenant Painter

The Revenant, 1949, Andrew Wyeth
shared as Mag 82

Tap, tap, tap sounds beyond the open door,
yet he has relinquished his wait no more,
easing beyond the paled world we here see,
glides effortlessly... this reality.

For he is a shadow of yesterday,
touching upon lives now of those that may,
inhabit his world of delicate hues,
searching places where he once found his muse.

Inspirational souls that came to him,
close at heart and close to this his world's rim,
tendered moments found silently kept close,
speaking beyond the rhetoric verbose.

Never to seek the final event known,
focused as taught by NC to ill shown,
painted in 'abstraction' for depth and tone,
for seekers are lost when focus for throne.

Such was his way, to find strengths in beauty,
looking for depth, meaning in objects he,
beyond the obvious, what you would find,
giving deeper essence, this was his kind.

For always the soul lingers beyond grave,
to carry forth as the wind or the wave,
past the boundaries of this world's known rules,
to grace those left with gifts of these jewels.

© Petrina Lesko, September 2011

I have always been very fascinated with the depth in the works of Andrew Wyeth, one of the best known artists of the US in the mid 20th century.  Though his work is considered predominantly to be 'realist' he considered himself to paint in more of an 'abstractionist' manner looking beyond the basic obvious meanings of simple objects and the world around him.  He truly believed his works went beyond the landscape or portraits, that they expressed a deeper nuance of feeling and depth.

This week over at Magpie Tales, Tess Kincaid has offered this fine example of his work, The Revenant, as the prompt to inspire us writers and poets.  Thank you Tess, for a fabulous prompt... truly inspirational.

With Simple Grace

To touch each one with simple grace,
bow our heads with fear on our face,
of times in need, planted each seed,
fought for rights together would plead.

To see the world for what its worth,
looking beyond the dried up earth,
to nurture now, these plants some how,
tend heartened souls for all allow.

To walk today in remembrance,
for the ones lost and those still hence,
within your grasp, this place was clasp,
touched forever, free of their rasp.

Freedoms given beyond the day,
nurtured ways, come to you what may,
for tendered nights, and soulful sights,
given freely, encourage rights.

This always the voice of your ways,
to touch the world in such a blaze,
then the hours, we lost towers,
to grace upon our pure flowers.

To leave you lost, in his dismay,
crumbling beyond the words at play,
still in the fight, angel wings this night,
then lifting on morning breaths.. flight.

To take this soul with simple grace,
tears shed from eyes, love on our face,
of times in need, planted each seed,
embrace her gently now we plead.

Petrina Lesko
September 2011

Linked to dVerse Poets Pub for this week's Poetics...  In Memoriam

Red Dawn Days

sunlit skies cascade

beyond worlds rising moments

puppies playful call

tell us red dawn days have come

bursting forth to share pure joy

© Petrina Lesko

September 2011

Just Moments Ago

Just moments ago with a gentle hand,
Tears fell here for were we to understand,
With softened ears you listened to our pleas,
Tenderly sifting hopes from simple dreams.

Guiding souls onward throughout all the days,
Empowering children, showing them ways,
To build their seeds into towering lives,
Able to reach goals if only one strives.

Never need raise the staff or the voice,
Integrity, morals for all the choice,
Twas dignity and grace forever shown,
Lending little ones space to be grown.

Just moments ago with a gentle hand,
Tears fell here, for were we to understand.

Petrina Lesko
September 2011
 
linked to OpenLinkNight over at dVerse Poets Pub

Stuck...

abandoned farm, Dublin, Ohio
photo by Tess Kincaid for
Magpie Tales

Stuck...

in the quagmire of

economic insecurities.

Stuck...

in muddy roads of

life's hazy days, worlds

washed loosely from

earthen crusts.

Stuck...

in the endlessness of

rain, pouring down

upon this place.

Stuck...

beyond hope of today,

tomorrow's freshness gleams.

Freed...

from everyday boundaries,

now flowing beyond deed lines.

Freed...

to begin anew, cleansed

by nature's tender mercies.

Freed...

from yesterday's limits,

inspiring new found strength

in oneself... worlds changed.

Petrina Lesko

September 2011

Inspired by this weeks photo prompt #81 found over at Magpie Tales.  Come share in the fun, write a short poem or vignette... or just read some wonderful writes by others.

regal wise white owl

perched high in life's branches waits

greeting night and morn

message carried forth

or waiting in hunt of babes

regal wise white owl 

Petrina Lesko

August 2011

While walking my dogs the last few days, we have again been greeted by the very large white owl that hangs near our home.  He had seemed to have left for a couple of weeks, but has again returned.

Linking also to dVerse Poets Pub and their OpenLinkNight.

Image from http://coloringpages.com/

Looking Through Windows



Red Umbrella, Christopher Shay
as shared at Magpie Tales



looking through windows

waiting for rain to bring home

those loved ones missing

still missing today

kept late by the storms passing

not yet home this night

looking through windows

waiting for rain to bring home

those loved ones missing

childlike wonder still

awed by the powerful rains

hoping for their return

looking through windows

waiting for rain to bring home

those loved ones missing

man passes windows

his red umbrella  reminds

time takes no heart loved

looking through windows

waiting for rain to bring home

those loved ones missing

creaking doors startle

branches banging the eaves too

long rainy days... wait

looking through windows

waiting for rain to bring home

those loved ones missing

Petrina Lesko

August 2011

In writing this piece,  I tried to capture the feelings when I was young...  When storms would pass our way, I would arrive home before everyone else in my family and then I would wait... searching the windows for signs of any of them to come home.  I would often times spend hours pacing window to window, wondering until one by one they would arrive home from their busy days, complaining of the delays the rain had caused.

This wonderful picture prompt was shared over at this weeks prompt #80 at Magpie Tales hosted by the talented Tess Kincaid.  There writers and poets come together to share their creations inspired by her weekly prompts.  Come join the fun, share your thoughts and get to know the most fabulous group of writers and poets.