Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Poets and Poems - Naia

All That Remains

Of all the seasons
it is, perhaps, winter
that seeps in the deepest
holds on the longest
faces the struggle to let go
with a tenacity for staying,
the lakeshore a self-portrait
sculpted with her icy fingers-
one of the last she relinquishes-
waning now in these
lengthening days.

The old jack pine bears
her touch still, the way
a lover might, yearning
for one last glimpse,
as if he alone
could keep her here,
the few snowy clumps
on his drooping branches
all that remains before
the first crocus.

[Poem written August, 2009 upon viewing "The Jack Pine" by Tom Thomson, oil on canvas, 1916, on display at the National Gallery of Canada in Ottawa, Ontario.]

Photo credit: Deborah P. Kolodji

If you would like to participate in this series, send a photo of yourself composing a poem or writing or a picture of a location where you enjoy writing, along with one of your poems (the type/genre of poem doesn't matter). This series will allow us to see the various locations that inspire us or where we go to write.


Pamela A. Babusci said...


great poem!!
thanks for sharing
your talent.

love, pamela

Art Is Life, Life Is Art said...

VERY Beautiful poem!! :-)

Jessie Carty said...

Really love the image of sculpting with icy fingers :)

Diane Dehler said...

I like this poem and it's great to see a poet at work in their natural habitat!

Terri L. French said...

Love it - almost (but not quite) made me sad to see winter leave!

Naia said...

Thank you all so much for your kind comments and taking the time to share them. It means a lot to me.

Thanks to Curtis, we have such a wonderful opportunity to connect through our poetry. I appreciate you, Curtis!

Love to all,

M. Reka said...

Beautiful poem, love it!

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