Tuesday, August 16, 2011

nymph loved in youth


As nymph loved in youth not only in my mind,
white cotton lace in retrospect
I trimmed to golden leaf -
Years passage, thoughts forgotten, left to mark and kind
Not so this course of summer
but to setting love as loves belief; pure
as the dew of morning, softer than words
spoken to a bloom -
With all  the world my orphanage,  with all
the world as my very own.  So, it was I loved

you then as any bee does love
the blossom new, and you loved as the blossom did
the warmth of summers air,  sweet honey
at the threshold of a royal's throne - 
with lace and hair entwined pulling as freedom 
pulls the youthful heart.

Imparting still life reflections
passed by on such a thoughtfilled day, 
dreaming in the nymph like pleasures
of a summer that too
quickly slipped away.... 

bkmackenzie

painting by Anders Zorn - A Woman Dressing..

42 comments:

  1. this captured the feeling, style and mood of the pic so well...wonder what was first - pic or words...either way - they're a perfect match, a romantic and tender voice today bk

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  2. Wow yours words fully embrace the picture, bringing it to like. Great nymph play!

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  3. WHY is it that this line is still with me when all others have slowly went away? (Please don't answer--grin!

    "white cotton lace in retrospect
    I trimmed to golden leaf -"

    Those blossom lines are beautiful also--heck the whole poetic read is exceptionally well written!

    Thank you bkm.

    (The summer slipped away--but not the memories, eh? Loved it!)

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  4. lovely bk...oh where has this summer gone...my boys go back on monday...but this has a more romatic tone than that...very nice touch...

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  5. Claudia...actually the picture came first..love Zorn's paintings of women...this one easy to step into....

    Thanks everyone...for comments - for me the ending of summer is always the most romantic...bkm

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  6. Absolutely lovely...especially this:

    "...as any bee does love
    the blossom new, and you loved as the blossom did, the warmth of summers air..."

    Thank you for shaing,
    Roger ☺

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  7. Thank you Roger....so very much..bkm

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  8. Delicate and beautifully crafted poem-- I especially love these lines;

    Not so this course of summer
    but to setting love as loves belief; pure
    as the dew of morning, softer than words
    spoken to a bloom -
    With all the world my orphanage, with all
    the world as my very own.

    xxx


    j

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  9. the lovely warm feeling of a summer evening is bold in this piece.. love

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  10. Your source of inspiration is lovely and your poem very romantic.

    I was especially taken with your lines "...So, it was I loved // you then... air...."

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  11. Summer and nymphs, the stuff of lacey love and sweet blooms. The breath of innocence and poetry condensed into these honeyed lines. The freedom. Bees buzzing too I think.

    Such a great feeling in this BKM. Ahhhh.

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  12. Beautiful and summery work of art to accompany the wonderful write. So many moments of summer captured by your words, and it has slipped by so very quickly...I can smell Autumn burning on the breeze. Once again, I leave your abode smiling and maybe, just a little bit :( Thanks for helping keep the season alive, just a bit longer.

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  13. love that pic, and your words are apt accompaniment Barbara. Good ink

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  14. That was as lovely as a gentle rain, soft as a baby's touch.

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  15. Aah this made me sigh, in a good way. Made me take a moment, I love it when a poem does that.

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  16. My guess is that you wrote to the image, and did so with so much eloquence. All the world as my orphanage...as my own. Just a few among so many delicious thoughts and words.

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  17. Oh, bkm... and now I want to sit in the garden at sunset, sip a glass of wine and look forward, back. Reveal, reflect.

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  18. beautiful, beautiful, beautiful!!!

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  19. Refreshing and gentle as a quick summer rainshower. Especially liked
    "With all the world my orphanage"

    We are never too old to become orphans, I have learned as my summers burned away...

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  20. there's a dreaminess to this that whispered softly into my soul.

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  21. I always smile waiting thtat second for your page to load because I know I am in for a treat and you never dissappoint.

    So it was I loved. That is the capstone line for me. You could have repeated it again and again. It could stand alone. I wasn't suggesting anything negative or ffering advice, this is perfect, I was just voicing pleasure with this line and its place in this piece. You are on point again tonight. No gimmicks. Just great writing.

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  22. ..gone too fast and a long wait is comin'.. liked both the wordings and the photo - a perfect combi..

    ~Kelvin

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  23. Oh, this is one to just sink into. Beautiful words that wrap around the soul,

    "With all the world my orphanage, with all
    the world as my very own. So, it was I loved"

    *sigh* :)

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  24. This perfectly captures the wistfulness of summer's end. Love it.

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  25. I think you captured "girldom" here. The times we settled into softness, curls, catching ourselves in mirrors right after a giggle, the scratchy dress that looked prettier than it felt, the parties with stockings not anklets - somehow I felt these things between the lines. Lovely. G.

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  26. The nymph breathes! "softer than words
    spoken to a bloom"

    Ooouu so good!

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  27. This is one of my "all time" favs! Just beautiful! You are amazing!!!

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  28. true art, and bliss, is loving the older nymph

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  29. The delicacy of this poem is lovely, evocative of a lot of summer's smooth gliding into autumn.

    Lovely, lovely poem that goes so well with the beautiful painting....shifting colors.

    Lady Nyo

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  30. With all the world my orphanage, with all
    the world as my very own. So, it was I loved

    Incandescent lines in a lovely poem, thank you.

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  31. So beautiful and so romantic. I love it.

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  32. (sigh).. so beautifully romantic.. and almost wistful too.. but then again, when love decides to move on, it does leave behind some wist.. doesn't it? :)

    The change of seasons certainly does that to us..

    A lovely read, Barbara...tender and warm..

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  33. You bring back the old days, high times, and innocence well in this one, flowing smoothly like the river of time that has taken us all so much further on--yet, how pleasant it is to look back.

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  34. "with all the world my orphanage" Powerful!

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  35. thank you all...for your much appreciated comments...it is great to be an orphan when the whole world is you playground...bkm

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  36. Tied beautifully at the end, your poetry is always so touching, this is no exception as many have reflected you truly captured this image perfectly in words. Lovely write ~ Rose

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  37. such a lovely read today... perfect capture of this beautiful season ~

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  38. Love how you have captured the essence, the purity of a simple summer of young love.

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  39. Oh how this pulled me into beautiful memories...

    with lace and hair entwined pulling as freedom
    pulls the youthful heart

    such a beautiful write... doing more than justice to a beautiful painting.

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  40. A wistful recollection beautifully translated to words-- simply lovely.

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