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professor
professor
Apr 20, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Colours of evening

The damasked eveningspreads in liquid furlsof rich burnt ochre.Breeze-billowed shadowscaressing olive wheat                                                                             and saffron rape;birch trees caughtin a silvered rushof leaf-whispered sound,and played by dancing,outstretched fingersof a zephyr wind. No other bodyshares this viewof darkening sunset,clouding brush-flecked,pastel hues of azure day.Before, only true coloursin each painted scene,contoured by basking floodsof pale translucent light.Now, in  growing eclipse,bathed in dusky setting pink;slow-painted by a bolder,more impressioned brush,with pallet firedby the tincturesof a sinking orbfalling, russet-deep,on raven wingsfrom starlit nightfall’sWestern sky.
 
— professor, Apr 20, 2009

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Region, Country: China/Sichuan/Chengdu, CHN

Favorite Poets: Yeats, Elliot, Auden, Keats, Shelley, Byron

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meic

17 years 1 month ago

I lived for a year in the

I lived for a year in the fens [March, Isle of Ely]- the LEA provided a rented house with the job - and these words transported me back. I remember missing mountains and hills [visible even in Mancherster] at first until my perspective flipped over as it were and I realised I hadn't seen the vast expanse of sky before. Perspective change is so potent, is it not, both in space and time? Smoothly presented, seasoned with a philosophy of the lightest touch. Mike "not all matterings of mind equal one violet" ~ e e cummings ~
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

17 years 1 month ago

A rich palette

I found this a rich palette of colour and being a water colour painter can appreciate that. I too know the fens, as I sailed the broads, listening to the bittern's strange boom in the evening. The poem I found a little too rich like a cake with too much sugar in it, that's just my feeling at the moment. I would like this to be stretched and have elements less descriptive in between. You must know that the field of poetry is somewhat new to me, so forgive my view. I am being honest with you. As I reread it, it grows on me. Yours British Ann of Norway
professor

professor

17 years 1 month ago

Colours

Ty Ann for expressing your honest opinion. Yes i have seen few on this site use such levels of colour imagery but this is intended to be like painting with words and is a particular style i have developed over a number of years. When you read it you amost have to see the words as the colours used by an impressionist painter where everything is intense and almost explosive in the visual and emotional experience it conveys. This was the way I actually experienced this sunset myself but not everyone sees and feels such colour and so i can understand it might come across as too rich in just the same way as an impressionist painting can. Hopefully it will continue to grow on you. BW Keith
Seren

Seren

17 years 1 month ago

Keith , I really like this

Keith , I really like this ... and for me you did paint a picture in words ... beautiful write ... as always your poetry teaches me something new , every piece i read ... thank you for sharing this beautiful vista with me Love and Light JayC x x
professor

professor

17 years 1 month ago

Ty JayC

Happy to know my word painting hit the right spot with you. BW Keith
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orgami

17 years 1 month ago

The colours of the seeing

Love the impressionists pointalism It was scandalous when they painted that dark red sun on the mist of sunset the sails like limbless forests in a frost flatlands Algonquin Park was not far from us Group of seven Tom Thompson got off the train at Scotia Junction (My home town of youth) to catch a train to Algonquin Canoe Lake and Mowat Lodge His colours rich in texture Rails long gone to park Mainline still there town gone but houses people live there still I like the old classical feel of your works Professor We were read this in school and I adore the old sage Milton and DH LAURENCE Emily Dickason and others It may be a touch sugary but alas the sweetest things are sometimes too good pass up Five Stars
faerybeki

faerybeki

17 years 1 month ago

Keith, I’m right here

Keith, I'm right here watching the sunset, beautiful, especially given it's only 2pm! :) Gorgeous poem, really loved it, very different to some of the other stuff of yours that I've read. I love how the longer I'm here the more I read people dipping in and out of different styles, experimenting with new forms, nothing short of inspiring!! Wonderful stuff, much love b xx
Cloudthings

Cloudthings

17 years 1 month ago

Lovely pleasure to read, so neat & so beautifully crafted

Ok Keith, there isn't a chuckle or anything here for this lovely piece, but respect & reverence actually. I am considerably in awe of this incredibly sensual write, every line holds a cornucupia of evocaive imagery that fills one to overflowing with intoxicating wonder. Lovely pleasure to read, so neat & so beautifully crafted, I feel put to shame as a poet in comparison (I know, I am always the first to advocate no comparison... ah, but...). Thank you Anni ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? ... Your playing small doesn't serve the world..."
professor

professor

17 years 1 month ago

Hi Anni

yes this one is sheer visual experience of natural beauty and not a funny bone, or banana skin or sex in sight lol. Sometimes it is this kind of painting with poetry that i love most because it is so demanding to convey with mere words what eyes can take in effortlessly within milliseconds. It is much easier to convey feelings with words to be honest than the beauty of a simple visual scene And ty for such an accolade it is much appreciated. BW Keith
Cloudthings

Cloudthings

17 years 1 month ago

In this case BW stands for beautiful writing!

In this case BW stands for beautiful writing! xx Anni ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? ... Your playing small doesn't serve the world..."