A Lamp in the Park, a Seat in the Dark

Frank Shaner painted this painting and wanted to know what his painted said to me.  I thought about it for several days and wrote this poem.  I would be curious to hear your opinion.

A Lamp in the Park, a Seat in the Dark

A Lamp in the Park, a Seat in the Dark

 
A lamp in the park, a seat in the dark
 
Alone together wrapped in night,
A light pole and bench fight off the fright.
The pole’s narrow base compared to the bench,
how opposite they are and yet entrenched.
 
With darkness aglow and pole shines bright,
Hoping all last till morrow or fortnight.
The seat and pole how sad they appear,
How glad I’m told they are revered.
 
Pain and sadness in paint adorned,
colors portray their hearts forewarned.
The painter is touched by stillness of sight,
holding back tears with only his might.
 
A need to be needed, regardless I’m told
Anchored in stone and yearn to be bold.
One foot and four, together they stand
Together are bound erect and unplanned.
 
The Artist captured a moment in heart,
a single thought an expression of art.
i’m touched by sadness and flowing tears
beyond the light, darkness leers.
 
What happens to pole and bench is unclear,
I’m lost for words unlike Shakespeare.
I venture to say they both will last,
bring light and comfort, till darkness pass.
 
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Multicolored Confusion and Foreign to Me

I’m trying to find my legs in a sea of art and poetry.  I enjoy creating beautiful shapes and colors leaving my mind to organize them into form and function.

Digital Painting titled< Multicolor Confusion

A study of confusion

The words in this poem comes from a single phrase “rhythm of a hill.”  I thought that was poetic, real and I related it my inability to read music.

Foreign to Me

 Do hills have a rhythm that is heard when climbed 
or is rain heard in silence as it is timed.    
4 beats to a measure, quarter notes to a beat
Why is it called 4-4 time, is it discrete. 
 
A bar to a measure, a measure in time,
what does it mean to a bell that chimes.
Is music to notes, as love is to heart,
Why do we love Amadeus Mozart? 
 
I pondered this question over many years,
on how music is read and played to cheers.
A language I’m told commanded by few,
Words to poems as verses to haiku.
 
Simple questions I need only to ask,
of instruments worn like that of a mask.
Donning their craft with hones held high,
Perfect notes waiting for a reply.
 
4 beats to a mesure, quarter notes to a beat
Why is it called 4-4 time, is it discrete?
Do hills have a rhythm that is heard when climbed,
or is rain heard in silence as it is timed.
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A single thought on Valentine’s Day

How can that be, that I am fitted with a cloak,
Woven in a patterns meant to provoke.
Each stitch outlining memories past,
With artistic flare, none to surpass.

How can that be, that you have chosen me,
A choice I’m endeared to till eternity.
Why the choice, I’ll never know,
I’m ill to question just going with the flow.

Being married to you has not been hard,
An endless dream, a Monet postcard.
Once I asked, there were never regrets,
I found happiness grew by chords and octets.

Now, I’m recalling fond memories of past,
Very few thought we were going to last.
I smile at that challenge ’cause it wasn’t hard,
Knowing the effort would get a reward.

A shinning shadow brought you to me,
Sunshines and smiles, mainly a buddy.
A person who is true and my very friend,
With no falsehoods or lies, we never pretend.

How can that be!

Happy Valentines to those in love.

As always, grab your coffee, while I hold the door open to introduce you to more Congenial Defects.  Please subscribe to this blog if you find a connection to my inspiring Defects. Your connection may create a link to a chain that is waiting to become a web.

 

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Time for a change

I loved writing about people’s passion, but have had a difficult time finding inspiring people to write about.  Since I’m retired, I don’t get out as often as I should, thus I don’t meet new faces.

After talking to my longtime friend, Frank Shaner, he advised me to read “Who moved my Cheese.”  I have not done it yet, but promised I would.  He gave me a short synopsis of the book and I’m applying it to my blog.  The book talks about change, so I’m changing Congenial’s format and adding an interest that I always had.

I’m going to post some artwork by myself and others.  Photography, paintings, poetry and etc. It’s kind of Freshman’s Humanities 103; 101, taught as a child; 102, taught in school, and 103 coming from life. But I’m not going to paint myself in the corner, as I did on my initial Congenial platform of only telling stories about other’s passion, but this time I’m adding involved works created to sooth the soul–Art.  But I will also interview people when I find those with passion.

Here is the start of the New Congenial Defects:

Digital painting of an abstract

Cool Blue digital painting

As always, grab your coffee, while I hold the door open to introduce you to more Congenial Defects.

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Starting a Business

I’m having a hard time finding people that want to “talk-story.” I have two potential “defects” candidates, but they have yet to commit to my blog.  So, holding true to publishing my blog every Sunday, I’m writing about ME! cuz I am the best ME, I know…

As posted before, my wife and I have a photographic company called, Media Maestro (mediamaestro.biz).  Our niche is travel photography printed on “metal,” dedicated to home and office decor.   Since I’m not schooled in business, this project has been challenging from the start.  The encouragements from hobby to a serious merchant was planted years ago when we did projects for friends and family. Taking the plunge, we are venturing into uncharted waters.  There are many horror stories of sunken ships lying within its merky graves. Continue reading

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I’m Optimistic

I’ve always been an optimistic person.  My outlook in life is always “up,” which may account for my pleasant disposition.  However, the past months has challenged me. At every turn, I met counter arguments that the “sky is falling.”  I’m tired of it and today’s I want to slow down the attack by financial pundits who direct the public in thinking that we are ready for slaughter. Continue reading

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Power within

Karla

Karla still smiling

The morning started like any another day, but with one exception, today she wanted to puke. Maybe that was too odious, but that was how Karla felt. Her stomach in knots and her palms were sweaty. Continue reading

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