When it comes to the genetics of art
I have often though that I got my photographic and visual artistic talents from my mother and my writing talent from my father. However, once in a while they each impress me with the skill set I often associate with the other. This poem, written by my mother during a road trip to visit my brother living three states away, is one such example.
While it is a raw version without any edits or separation of stanzas, I thought it was quite good, especially in terms of the vivid imagery. Check it out and enjoy.
Untitled – A Poem by Lisa Greiner
I was in a dream one morn’
As a passenger through someone’s life.
In the distance,
through the waves of green
rose puffs of white mist to the heavens
like smoke signals from Mother Nature to the divine
a blanket of soft grays moved overhead
that gave no more mention of warmth or light
and my face was bathed in nature’s shower.
What a journey someone else’s life can be.
The day will bring perhaps more gray
more dew to my thirsting skin.
A life bursting with the newness of spring
warmth and light
a dream to end.
Tomorrow I will journey again
but not in a dream.