Life's Portrait

A Poem By Kay J Fields // 4/1/2011

 

What does life look like?
Who’s to say how it appears?
Is it the bud of a rose flower?
Or the electric lighting strike?
It may be the trees
Which sway in the wind
Or the wind itself
Giving breath to the breeze
It’s the laugh of a child
It’s the tears that grief
Marks on our faces
It’s the sorrows, the boundings
The fallings, the justice, the graces
It’s the leaf as it crushes beneath a boot
It’s the mighty blue mountain
Whose stone is as a deep root
How do you paint life in a portrait?
Or make one understand
That it’s not in the riches
However they may be grand
And it’s not in the blood
That flows through these veins
Nor the pulsing heart in each chest
But simply a miracle of all ages
Whose meaning one might never guess
Until you look but deeper inside
At the Hand which chisels the changes
The One who made life
So how would one sketch this?
Or dare to say?
Is life a flower, the sky
The ant or a bird?
There’s only one answer
I’ve been able to find
And that is that life is infinite
A universe
And yet it all came
From a word.
 

Comments

I love this.

I love this.

Kyleigh | Sat, 04/02/2011

Well done, Kay J. I liked

Well done, Kay J. I liked this. I liked it a lot. It felt like a quiet time, a time just spent musing, following a unified stream of thought without a lot of frustrating intensity, and yet still pushing for the answer. The ending leaves us feeling somewhat unresolved, but in this case I think that's a good thing.

Good job!

Mary | Sat, 04/02/2011

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Brother: Your character should drive a motorcycle.
Me: He can't. He's in the wilderness.
Brother: Then make it a four-wheel-drive motorcycle!

Instant win!

How do you paint life in a portrait?
Or make one understand
That it’s not in the riches
However they may be grand
And it’s not in the blood
That flows through these veins
Nor the pulsing heart in each chest
...

Favorite stanza, there.

Anna | Tue, 04/12/2011

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

Thanks guys; this poem

Thanks guys; this poem surprised me by allowing itself to be written within five minutes and is currently one of my favorites.

Kay J Fields | Sat, 04/23/2011

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