By John Keats
When by my solitary hearth I sit,
When no fair dreams before my ‘mind’s eye’ flit,
And the bare heath of life presents no bloom;
Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,
By John Keats
When by my solitary hearth I sit,
When no fair dreams before my ‘mind’s eye’ flit,
And the bare heath of life presents no bloom;
Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,
“Whereas during those months of separation time had never gone quickly enough for their liking and they were wanting to speed its flight, now that they were in sight of the town they would have liked to slow it down and hold each moment in suspense, once the brakes went on and the train was entering the station. For the sensation, confused perhaps, but none the less poignant for that, of all those days and weeks and months of life lost to their love made them vaguely feel they were entitled to some compensation; this present hour of joy should run at half the speed of those long hours of waiting.”
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Instructions for living a life:
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
By Mary Oliver. Devotions
"Meditation" oil on 8x10" linen panelFor more information about this painting and my other works,please visitThanks for viewing and remember, your poemsare always welcome as future ideas for this blog!
Welcome to my Poetry and Painting Blog. This poem is by Chantelle Anne Cooke
Navy night highlights blue moon's royal rising insucculent summer where crisp cyan canpanulacover many a yard side with their twinkling toes.Cobalt irises sway and swirl, swinging under bluemoon's magical lapis mist.As I compose compositions, my soul luxuriously lingersin morning glory vines.As the conjunction of azure night and blue mooncontinue, columbines sing their sapphire song, while bothhyacinths and hydrangeas amaze all with theiraquamarine awe............................My own hydrangeas are nearly past their prime and many are white or pink. But my favorites are the blue ones and I have a pot on my deck that pushes out some deep crazy blues! Here is a painting I just did of their cuttings:"Blue Bliss" 20x16" oil on panelFor more information about this painting and my other works,please visitKarenMeredithArt.comThanks for viewing and remember, your poemsare always welcome as future ideas for this blog!
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