The Id and the Soul
Written by Joyce Greene
4/2/08
above his chair
facing the patient
a painted pansy
tiny
violet
blossoms
softly
rising above
an assertive flower,
dyed a mourning hue,
pitch black petals open,
golden stamens flaming
around a snowy seed
a haunting image,
a force of dark intensity
conquered by beauty's crown,
inspires lofty thoughts
I see the id radiating,
as desire beckons.
I watch hell looming,
and the soul burns.
I behold heaven giving,
as Christ saves.
I witness the spirit awakening,
and the soul ascends.
Note: this poem is based on Georgia O'Keefe's painting, "Pansy". If you want to see it in living color go to:
http://www.artneedlepoint.com/_product_13539/Black_Pansy_Kit_by_Georgia_O'keefe_(wool_threads)
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Excellent work!
Joyce, I checked out the picture before commenting on this piece, I can only say that your choice of words and description is truly excellent! I would think that the artist would be very flattered of your piece here, and rightly so. Very enjoyable read, great write!
Dave
Thank you, Dave
That is one of the nicest compliments anyone ever paid me!
We used to visit the Georgia O'Keefe museum often when we lived in New Mexico. It is truly a memorable exerience. Her work is breathtakingly beautiful, but also disturbing. It invites poetry!
Thank you for taking the time to read my poem, look at the picture, and comment. It means the world to me!
I continue to admire and enjoy your work.
Joyce