Lost in the forest,
I follow the stranger’s shadow
toward the burnt hollow,
the coppice woodland
where work's burden weighs
staggering feet down the lane-
je suis curieux.
I imagine solemn eyes from
behind the murky hood
but creep quietly in tall timbers,
dignity set aside
for her respectful find-
chestnut and morale that
feed all the children
he left behind with her
a lover's song ago
les yeux sans visage.
when the path ends,
I will thread my heart
to her selfless adulation
that weaves this sinner’s soul;
I’ll remember the saint
from the poplar castle-
je suis changé
toujours.
Author notes
Image inspired;
Avenue of Poplars.
*Foreign terms*
Je suis curieux- I am curious
les yeux sans visage- eyes without a face
Je suis changé toujours- I am forever changed
A contest entry
- Vincent Van Gogh's Art by Sprite.
1900 points, ended June 19, 11 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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SMILING
So very very glad to see a beautiful trophy on this wonderful poem. Congratulations, and thank you too, for all of your wonderful encouragment. This piece is truly a winner! Well done dear poetess.
~Pamela 
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Reread today.
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Absolutely beautiful..the French lines are a marvelous crown on this prince of a poem! I really enjoyed this read!
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Two single rows of poplars: that is solitude and vulnerability. Is sunset or sunrise? A new beginning or an welcome end to an old one?
Your words bring all these elements into us; satisfy these emotions awakened in us by the painting.
The saint comes to us in the poplars' undying whisperings.
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Dianne, I have no way to repay you fro the kindness you have shown and I am sure you would want it that way. Regarding your poem, I as usual am speechless. You are a diamond and I am a rock in someone's driveway. Your words cannot be broken, only cut to be placed in a setting somewhere for a ring that someone would wear. To have crossed your path is my priviledge indeed. The french in this makes it all the more meaningful. I want so badly to get away and read and study again, but alas the daily experience cannot allow this now. You be well and know that I count you as one of those friends that I cannot replace even if I cannot write as you do. I am honored to have had the chance to read you. RC
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nice write with flavor
French was the first foreign language I learned and have always loved it! It works well within this talented piece...All the best!
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This is a painting not often seen, so I am very glad that you used it! I think your entry is grand. Using the French is lovely. It lends itself to whisperings and asides. Also, I happen to love the language and got it as I read.
You have established a mood here that is quite effective. The language you use is so perfect for the idea you convey. I really love the story-telling and emotional content.
Thanks for putting yourself into this as I had asked. ~ Joyce
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