What vision this that stirs a man
Who treading first upon a land
Will settle there and rest his bones
And a country is born
Then a young lass espies a man
She'll surely catch him if she can
So long as he makes the first approach
And a new love is born
Charcoal scrawls and daubs of paint
Model poses unlike a saint
His eyes flash with such artistic skill
A master work is born
The gardener paces up and down
His brow wrinkles with a frown
He's busy planting for all he's worth
A new landscape is born
A politician scans the map
Then rants and raves then takes a nap
Now he's upset nations near and far
A new conflict is born
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Such interesting verses on how things begin... the politician especially seems perfect!!
ReplyDeleteMuch rather the chaos of an artists work than a politician - far more likely for happy accidents to happen there
ReplyDeleteThe last stanza seems to be an appropriate assessment of the current state of affairs. All are wondering what is in store with the change in the US political landscape!
ReplyDeleteHank
beginnings and the way feminine; absolutely a gorgeous write Robin
ReplyDeletemuch love...
A stellar close that raises doubts and questions! Powerful write, Robin❤️
ReplyDeleteEach stanza - a different kind of birth - each different, yet alike. Tied together masterfully into this poem!
ReplyDeleteThat was an interesting read..a new conflict is indeed born. May it be resolved.
ReplyDeleteWonderfully done, Robin. The final stanza is especially apt.
ReplyDeleteA landscape is certainly shaped by those who map it--and conflict is, too. I think Renoir was paid to produce pornography, but maybe it's just art, realism. Ha. As for this: "She'll surely catch him if she can
ReplyDeleteSo long as he makes the first approach." Haha. Maybe another lansdscape shaped by desire?
An interesting take on human passions. Thank heavens - when the politicians are finished getting at what they get at - the artists, gardeners and lovers, are left to their lovely diversions ... sigh ... those small mercies that sustain us through life's conflicts.
ReplyDeleteAs Susan says--perhaps new landscapes are framed in desire--really well done Robin!
ReplyDeleteSo fertile. The ending took a surprising turn that I wasn't expecting, one that made me take notice.
ReplyDeleteYes, our splendid visions may be sweet to contemplate; but some can cause disaster. A time to hope and pray, I think!
ReplyDeleteCould do without the politican; the rest are lovely.
ReplyDeleteAlways there is something to be born. Even a politician.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
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ReplyDeletemuch love...
Once I got the rhythm it flowed into a wonderful piece, for me.
ReplyDeleteZQ
This is BRILLIANT.
ReplyDeleteVera