Briefly veering from Household Verse.
One Shot Wednesday offering!
Grand Houses
.
The finest marble
weathers worst,
stone angels and lambs
blurring to a wash
of white ripples.
Wind and rain
trace hidden veins
in folds of stone,
release the art of nature
and efface the human
claim to a name.
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“and efface the human
claim to a name.” Love this word play!
Nicely written, Matt. Your second stanza could stand alone.
your poem is beautifully written…the way nature takes over our man-made forms, with an art of its own… melting over the test of time…your descriptions are sensitive and visual…wonderful poetry…
oh i love those last lines wearing away from what our hands have wrought…nice write…
So amazing how you’ve written this….such structures have a tendency to really capture my attentions in the artistic form, and the thoughts upon the creator….wonderful work! ~April
I love it!
Simple and profound at the same time.
Thank you for let me read it.
Soraya
Nice..I love the last lines.
Exquisitely compressed, an arrow straight in to the sensibility. xxxj
Your first two lines are so very true, in so many ways, I really enjoyed this the last two lines are for pondering…….
Sounds like you’ve been walking in the beauty of Bellefontaine or Calvary. Love the second verse.
Thanks all for the great comments. Linda, you are right about Calvary and Bellefontaine being on my mind when I wrote this.
Nice words…nature reminds us of how fragile our lives, structures and egos are. An enjoyable read.
wind and rain trace hidden veins…love when nature gets artistic…a beautiful poem matt
I really enjoyed the way natural elements erase human art.
The contradiction in the first line hooked me straight away.
Jonny S
hidden veins
in folds of stone ..
I like these lines .. brilliantly thought !
how lovely that one can see this beauty all around us if we will only look …thank you
“Wind and rain
trace hidden veins
in folds of stone,”
very compelling lines. Beautifully done! ~ Rose
lovely,”efface the human claim to name”… thank you…bkm
Such a sense of the impermanence of things here, unarguable and final, a deflation of pretension and a putting in perspective that leaves no doubt. All in some excellent, flowing and sharp language. Nicely done, Matt.
I agree, simple but elegantly written. Amazing how in such a short amount of time, Mother Natures work begins to show on our own work. Thank you for sharing.
My kind of poem.
“stone angels and lambs
blurring to a wash
of white ripples.”
Ah, the pretensions of Man.
Forget the marble marker for me.
Burn me and put half the ashes in the ocean
And bury half under a tree.
Lovely poem, I like the images it creates 🙂
Thanks for sharing.
I can see the image clearly. Nicely done.
Ahhh, I shall remember then to not do my next carving in the finest of marble. 🙂
And that last line is a real WOW for me.
Really liked this!
humans could never stand a chance at the beauty nature can bestow , even in fury…n gentle rain
very nice matt !
warm regards,
sonny
lovely poem
it feels tactile