”Base Camp or Madness of Vista’s”
....and so much the more so,
i am swirled into the inner arena of of this mad-capped vortex,
where the color imaging escapades from all my kaleidoscopes of man made portals,
are but the infused dilemma of one walking where those others choose to trod not….
—-and so here again i am found,
as walking and talking amongst these trees of my forest,
where the early morning dew sits as burnished droplets on the leaves of my wings,
and in the blink of an eye i now unfurl a posted response of come up higher….
—-imagination calls to me of what shall be wholly engrossed expressions,
of burnished questions and so i answer with here am i,
taking no-time to think-thought this through,
is the fastest way off my base camp of yesterdays skull drudgery….
—-living life at telling points of how to define this mountain before me,
is not the way of reaching for the view that comes at top,
and so i left those other’s who could only gather to stare with words among themselves, where words only sought to contain my view of yonder vista’s….
And so again, here….now….I am as cast off and out, caught within the woods of Desirae, were this one first caught me by her looks of longing desire, abiding my time here in the silence of this given moment, I am inspired by the greenery of the leaves that make up this given door of magical tapestry that so calls my name and invites me to come and see….
....is your place of seeing at the foot of the base….
....or can you step out, to where the only thing that is secure, is the knowing of what you see, as living in the moment of now as ‘just is’....
....and then after looking I went to create….
....and all the while, while I was creating, I also never left the ‘land of imaginations’ of what can be….
Thank you.
GODSPEED,
Frank
RusticWoodArt
rusticwoodman@gmail.com
www.frank.wordpress.com
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/
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MsDebbieP
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#1 posted 2233 days ago
as I follow your expression through these human words, my mind continues to muddle with the thoughts of functionality and art—the here, the physical, the “just is”, and the imagination, the creativity, the self-expression.
Looking at all that Mother Nature is, it is no wonder that we try to express ourselves in so many ways – attempting to capture what “just is” but is so much more. We long to copy the colours, the forms, the textures, the powers, the subtleties, the grandeur, and the simplicity of our Universe but we always fall short—and so our expression through art is never ending.
Your eyes, Frank (those of the physical body and of the poet) see more clearly than many and your expressions (such as the bench), have your own unique style of artistry and craftsmanship
-- ~ Debbie, Canada (http://www.execulink.com/~yohan)
Todd A. Clippinger
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#2 posted 2233 days ago
Frank was the first person to pop into my mind when the conversation started on practicality and art. Deeply poetic and artistic in his character. I love reading and seeing his work, but I actually don’t like to comment on it. It is soothing and peaceful for me and I don’t want to destroy it with the cheap or cheesey comments that I would come up with. It is like looking at fine art in a gallery for me, it enriches my life and does not need a technical analysis, it is more spiritual, soothing, and emotional than simply visual on a shallow level. My head still hurts from yesterday and I just can’t do him justice.
-- Todd A. Clippinger, Montana, http://americancraftsmanworkshop.com
MsDebbieP
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#3 posted 2233 days ago
I know what you mean, Todd…
after reading his thought-provoking, spiritual, artistic, and knowledgeable words my words seem so.. trivial
-- ~ Debbie, Canada (http://www.execulink.com/~yohan)
dennis mitchell
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#4 posted 2233 days ago
“Cheap or cheesy comments” I resemble that remark…
frank
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#5 posted 2233 days ago
Hello Debbie, Todd, Dennis;
”Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them.” —by Charles Simic
....and so after reading this, my words also waundered off into the darkness of the night, awaiting the experience that comes with a new dawn….
Thank you.
Godspeed,
Frank
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/
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