Everlasting Beauty
(This first poem is about what I thought of this painting)
A beautiful wintry scene,
Impossible to resist,
Showcasing many colors,
With character that's keen
The white for the snow,
The green as the trees,
The red for a cardinal,
Makes the whole piece glow!
But then there is black,
Deep lines across the page,
As if this scene were a window,
That has a large, frightening crack.
Then there is more I see,
An image deep within,
Of a lone ice rink in the woods,
Is it real? Maybe…
Yet, there is still that crack,
As if it were purposely shattered,
So now the damage has taken its toll,
It’s brought an eeriness that we can't take back.
What an interesting painting it is,
To have half of it good, and half of it bad.
Sometimes that's how life can be
But wait, it not only can be, it is!
So that is what I thought of this painting,
Jackson Pollock really made me think!
It's amazing how much you can learn from it,
This scene and its everlasting beauty.
Shattered Dreams
(This second poem is a summary of what story popped into my head as I looked at this painting.)
I don't understand why my life is shattered
Everything good just disappeared.
It has become completely tattered
The only thing that ever mattered...
…My childhood.
It’s my life!
Nothing makes me happier
For the rest is only strife
Its pain that of a knife
Because I only love my childhood
And my childhood loves me back
I had an attitude that said I could,
That is why it should.
The fluffy white snow that fell on the grass,
On those cold, snowy winters,
It was such a beautiful mass,
Always falling slowly as time would pass.
I'd bared so much laughter
I'd shared so many friends
As we'd take off down the rafter
Landing in snow banks soon after.
But now I've lost all that I had
And it probably won't return
My life has turned from good to bad
The joy has turned to sad.
The past was quite fun for me,
Sadly it has turned to gray,
For now I can't return, I see
To the beauty that wasn't to be.
