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..
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42 comments:

  1. ClaudiaAugust 16, 2011 at 9:40 AM

    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. Pat HattAugust 16, 2011 at 9:48 AM

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

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  3. steveroniAugust 16, 2011 at 10:18 AM

    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. Brian MillerAugust 16, 2011 at 10:44 AM

    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. signed...bkmAugust 16, 2011 at 11:13 AM

    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. Chasing TaoAugust 16, 2011 at 11:47 AM

    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. signed...bkmAugust 16, 2011 at 11:50 AM

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

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  8. Jenne' R. Andrews August 16, 2011 at 1:18 PM

    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. UnknownAugust 16, 2011 at 1:26 PM

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

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  10. MaureenAugust 16, 2011 at 1:32 PM

    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. Jannie FunsterAugust 16, 2011 at 1:38 PM

    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. TashtooAugust 16, 2011 at 2:59 PM

    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. Luke PraterAugust 16, 2011 at 3:13 PM

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

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  14. GlynnAugust 16, 2011 at 3:44 PM

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

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  15. CarysAugust 16, 2011 at 4:06 PM

    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. AnonymousAugust 16, 2011 at 4:34 PM

    Very Victorian to the ear...

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  17. VictoriaAugust 16, 2011 at 5:07 PM

    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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  18. UnknownAugust 16, 2011 at 5:09 PM

    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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  19. LauraAugust 16, 2011 at 5:20 PM

    beautiful, beautiful, beautiful!!!

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  20. Charles ElliottAugust 16, 2011 at 5:34 PM

    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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  21. SheilaAugust 16, 2011 at 5:47 PM

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

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  22. Henry ClemmonsAugust 16, 2011 at 6:29 PM

    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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  23. kelvin s.m.August 16, 2011 at 6:55 PM

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

    ~Kelvin

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  24. UnknownAugust 16, 2011 at 8:01 PM

    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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  25. Maude LynnAugust 16, 2011 at 8:20 PM

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

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  26. BeachannyAugust 16, 2011 at 8:52 PM

    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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  27. The UnknowngnomeAugust 16, 2011 at 11:32 PM

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

    Ooouu so good!

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  28. annell4August 17, 2011 at 5:30 AM

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

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  29. Brother OllieAugust 17, 2011 at 5:39 AM

    true art, and bliss, is loving the older nymph

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  30. AnonymousAugust 17, 2011 at 6:03 AM

    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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  31. AnonymousAugust 17, 2011 at 6:59 AM

    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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  32. LolamouseAugust 17, 2011 at 7:35 AM

    So beautiful and so romantic. I love it.

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  33. Anna @ waysidewordgardenAugust 17, 2011 at 8:41 AM

    Lovely and romantic, enjoyed much!

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  34. KavitaAugust 17, 2011 at 12:22 PM

    (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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  35. hedgewitchAugust 17, 2011 at 12:50 PM

    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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  36. AnonymousAugust 17, 2011 at 3:36 PM

    "with all the world my orphanage" Powerful!

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  37. signed...bkmAugust 17, 2011 at 3:58 PM

    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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  38. UnknownAugust 17, 2011 at 4:32 PM

    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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  39. ScarletAugust 17, 2011 at 4:58 PM

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

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  40. ReflectionsAugust 17, 2011 at 7:32 PM

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

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  41. PatriciaAugust 18, 2011 at 5:33 AM

    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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  42. AnonymousAugust 18, 2011 at 10:29 AM

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

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