I can sit, and become totally transfixed
watching an array of images on
varied surfaces made by sunlight and shadows
streaming into a room through various openings
sunlight pierces the blind
climbing one darkened wall of a room
like a bolt of lightning
while on a wall across the room shadows
outline the chair you're sitting in
on the floor one spot
the size of a penny
you learn it is a sunbeam
as you go to pick it up
reflected light off the dark drapes
a partial image of a vase of flowers
made by a shaft of sun,the other half
concealed in shadow of folded drape
I know the process of light and dark
but to me, it still remains God's mystery
one so beautiful, it fascinates me
etw
Hugs
from
Kay
Kim
(V)
GOD BLESS YOU
Tony
(I would expect nothing less)
Sheila
Love,
Christine
PS: That nasty old rascal Tom Hyland attacked our old Ed Family in his latest poem, but I defended you Tiger Lily. Keep Contemplating Those Sunbeams!
appears eloquently that you lo possess a knowledgeable
flair with the brush. This is definitely a keeper. -gene.
proud to read this and proud of you
for writing it, Eileen; how well you
and they understand the subtleties
of shade and promises of half light,
pinpoints and expansions, flood and ebb.
I love this poem.
John
Ron
Cheers,
Dan
"on the floor one spot
the size of a penny
you learn it is a sunbeam
as you go to pick it up" . . . Gotta love it!!!!!
(((HUGS))), much love, and continued prayers~
As always, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :D
I am fascinated by light and shadow also, and the way it moves inside of us also.
Blessings,
Christine