“Remembered Blue” Flash Friday 55
Remembered Blue
When I think of blue,
my closed-eyes mind sees green–
sheen of Minnesota lawn stretching flat
past pasture, where behind a straggle-wire
fence my grandmother straddled, impossibly,
a horse called grey as white
as her own curls, so very long ago that all
I truly remember is awe
as huge as the sky.
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55 belated for the G-Man. Go tell him to have a great weekend. You too.
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January 18, 2013 at 10:00 pm
in awe as huge as the sky…smiles…you made it easy for us to see that memory as well…lovely little piece k…
January 18, 2013 at 11:21 pm
Thanks, Brian. k.
January 18, 2013 at 11:08 pm
Karin…
You see beauty in most things.
You think poetically. You can create what your mind sees.
I Loved your azure 55
What a fantastic image you’ve made come to life.
Thanks for this little Gem
Have a Kick Ass Week-End
January 18, 2013 at 11:12 pm
Thanks so much, Mr. G. You are very kind. Have a great weekend yourself. K.
January 19, 2013 at 1:31 am
Stirring! Wonderful illustration !
January 19, 2013 at 5:37 am
Beautiful image and poem to match. I agree with Karin: you do think poetically, and It comes to the fore here.
January 19, 2013 at 7:04 am
what a lovely slice of memory..you made me see her too with the white curls.. lovely…
January 19, 2013 at 10:18 am
First, that drawing is just glowing and perfect for the poem.Then, the poem–really beautiful imagery. There’s something about horses that always speaks to the feminine soul, I think–their beauty and strength, their grace to carry us and the freedom we get when they run with us–and the images of childhood/age you introduce only makes it all more poignant. And all in 55.
January 19, 2013 at 10:48 am
Thanks. I was happy with the drawing. I have a wonderful app that lets me “filter” a painting so I can modify it after making and get different effects. It is very useful as you can change the atmosphere quite a bit.
January 19, 2013 at 11:11 am
I can see the grass, the sky. With a childhood full of Iowa, I can also feel the straggle-wire. Driving hours on I80 or Hwy 30, my sibs and I would search the landscape for the white horses. They made seemingly magical appearances; seeing one in a trot while driving would forge your destiny with greatness. It’s really a wonderful illustration, too.
January 19, 2013 at 1:50 pm
Thanks so much, Jane. K.
January 20, 2013 at 9:11 pm
Beautiful 55 – and I didn’t realize we’re nearly neighbors!
January 20, 2013 at 10:25 pm
Ah. You are in NYC? (Not Minnesota, right?) (Ha.) k.
January 21, 2013 at 1:49 pm
One of your finest drawings! Whimsical and sweet. I grew up in rural Midwest, spent 24 years in the Minnesota you describe ~~ awesome!
January 21, 2013 at 2:27 pm
Thanks very much. k.
January 22, 2013 at 11:23 pm
Lovely!
Enjoyed my visit here. Nice to “find” you!
Poem on … 🙂
January 22, 2013 at 11:50 pm
Thanks so much, Jamie. K.
January 24, 2013 at 8:31 pm
just a lovely poem … after my own heart. (love straggle wire fence)… really quite dreamy …
January 24, 2013 at 8:38 pm
Thanks so much, Margaret. I may have used the “dream” filter on my painting! Can’t remember but something like that!