"Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen."
~Leonardo da Vinci
Here is one more poem, from the Addison street poetry panels. I like this one very much, but then again, most of the poems in this project speak to me.
In Topaz
By Toyo Suyemoto
Can this hard earth break wide
The stiff stillness of snow
And yield me promise that
This is not always so?
Surely, the warmth of sun
Can pierce the earth ice-bound,
Until grass comes to life,
Outwitting barren ground!
The eastern states have had a dreadfully snowy season, and I am sure that the first warm spring day will feel like a little piece of heaven! But this poem speaks to me beyond the obvious. It gives me hope that like cold days, cold relationships don't always last forever. Eventually the sun comes out, again, and that cold is nowhere to be found. Not on the mind. Not in the season.
Just forgiven.
Just forgotten.
Mood: Happy
~Me :)
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