Nordic cloud

Sep 08, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

The Lilies secrets

The charcoal black

plunged down the neck

of the lilies trumpet shape

tender stamens upright

their dusted surfaces loaded

the pistil stood unmoved

while enveloped in petals

soft as silk caressed

the moving dew

descended

meeting the nectar of the throat

swaying gently

in night's summer breezes

beauty born

of coloured senses

bloomed in that wondrous flute

describing passion in its flower

it reached the hour of its creation

the bees came hovering

excited striped with yellow

and with black

and honey flowed up and back

took flight into the skies

of paradise blue

we love the lily

we love you

that in the night broadcasts

your scents

over the sward

so green beside

and tempt

those night moths in

to be your bride

what blissful ignorance

we humans hide

who know not of the drama

taking place outside ourselves

inside.

And this the artist

as he draws

brings forth

a vision

fit to make us gasp

and with his brush

his paint

his charred black wood

he fondly caresses

all those shapes

so sensitive

so bold

and in the touching

experiences their character

their creases

their smooth abyss

those lilies

that we humans bless

as fit for heaven's gate

when its all too late

to look

and see

it for yourself.

— Nordic cloud, Sep 08, 2009

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: Oslo and Flatdal, Norway., NOR

Favorite Poets: Too daunting this.

Critiques

Nordic cloud

16 years 9 months ago

LOOOOOOOK

I taught adults painting and all I really needed to do was to stand on a podium and shout, every few minutes LOOK, as they didn't even see what was in front of them! They had some knobbly wonderfully shaped, wonderfully coloured, apples put before them, and most of them painted the apples in their heads, while the few really looked at what was in front of them, and saw the reflection of the green apple on the red one, while the others exclaimed "Oh I didn't see that !" Just look and you can see so much more than you think, forget your preconceived ideas and theories, there is more, always more, and more than a thousand ways of interpreting an object, a person, an idea, a poem. Yours, after a little lesson in seeing, with love Ann of Norway

lyz

16 years 9 months ago

Dear Ann H

You have indeed painted a picture, an absolute beauty. Now an art critic not, but what played in my mind while reading this, was an honor to the artist. Loved it. Lyz. XX

Seren

16 years 9 months ago

Dear Ann

Beauty in the reverence of creation that lives in art... thank you for sharing this Ann just wonderful no other words for it... love and respect Jayne x x x

Geezer

16 years 9 months ago

All but one...

I thought you did a fine job, with most of what you wrote, but I had a little problem with the line: with yellow and with black. I thought maybe you might try, [if I may presume] combining it with the line before, like: Excited, striped yellow and black. Or maybe, Excited, striped with yellow and black. It seems to flow a bit better, I think. [Sir Gee holds out another star as inticement.] Yours, Sir Gee.

Nordic cloud

16 years 9 months ago

Oh Sir Gee you may presume Sir!

You saw where I too tripped up when last I read it, you are absolutely right, keep bashing me, or as it says "I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back" What happens then do you think? Its tempting that challenge, to some maybe? I was glad you corrected me, there are not enough who do, I am sure I can improve, at least I hope so. Thank you kind sir with love from your Q. Ann

Cloudthings

16 years 9 months ago

I felt I had wee wings & hovered delicately beside your own ligh

Wahoooo my lovely forest nymph of ageless wonder & bright minded exploration... yum & yum, & yum again, a delicious treat of flora led adventure... lovely, lovely journey thank you... I posted a newie & there you were posted just prior to mine, & in my mind I had vowed to chase your recents works this night, even though I am once again left with late hours only for Neo... not good, but little by little I will catch up. Thank you for this... Funny, some of our words are even the same, I wonder if we were writing at the same time... still, no surprise, our hearts are drawn to such similar beauty. Anushka my dear friend, I love the way you spiral through the descriptions & sensations of your subjests here, I felt I had wee wings & hovered delicately beside your own light direction, privy to the imagery & wonder you portray. Much love Anni Cheers Anni~ "Occasionally in life there are those moments of unutterable fulfilment which cannot be completely explained by those symbols called words. Their meanings can only be articulated by the inaudible language of the heart". Martin Luther

Nordic cloud

16 years 9 months ago

He SAW the lily did he not?

Oh Anni and I hadn't got to yours yet, and and and I want to but one must eat and so I ate and now I am here and see there you have let me take your hand and descend into the depths of the lilies throat and smell the perfumes and feel the stamens- oo better not go that way oops, but together we explore the beauties of this hidden world that onl the few are privy to in their lives, here we are all together in it, and yet, how many have looked so closely? When one draws one sees so intensely into the object depicted that it is as if one were living in a poem, already described, made clear, a magic feeling as the brush of paint dives down the shapes and meets the area for the next contrast, the colours sometimes fusing and there; one has produced, not the lily in front of one, but literally created a lily of one's own which can, yes can, surprise one with its essence of the object described being beautiful too:- "The hands of Spring have built, on the summit of its stalk, the castles with battlements of silver, whose defenders grouped round their prince, hold swords of gold."..... ....Aloofness and its air of stillness and expectancy. says Gerald Brennan in his book "Literature of Spain" quoting Garcia Gomez. He SAW the lily did he not? Thank you for being you dear Anni love from Anushka