Marianne Reninger

Aging Artist's Lament (Song Lyrics) - Poem by Marianne Reninger

Wanna tell you a story in paper and paint
The words don't come easy, sometimes colors grow faint.
Just a simple story, it's truth to impart,
Of Life's conversation, a gift from the heart.

Wanna tell you a story in paper and paint
The words don't come easy, sometimes colors grown faint.
A visual feast, a poet's green flash,
A song of remembrance of life's mad dash.

It's a long road behind me
A short road ahead,
Wanna tell you a story of things done and said,
About reasons for living, a whisper of light,
Of life's conversations, long into the night.

Wanna tell you a story in paper and paint...(repeat first stanza)

marianne larsen reninger

Topic(s) of this poem: aging, artistic work, song

Poet's Notes about The Poem

to hear this song by artist, Ron Bushey, go to

Comments about Aging Artist's Lament (Song Lyrics) by Marianne Reninger

  • Denis Mair (5/12/2017 2:58:00 PM)

    This strikes a chord with me. We follow many threads during the reveries of our lonely hours. It would be a shame if the natural musicality of those thought-trains could not be enshrined and crystallized into artifacts. I began writing poetry late, but it has been a consolation, because I feel the webs I spun won’t all vanish into the void. (Report) Reply

    Marianne Reninger (5/12/2017 3:07:00 PM)

    Thanks so much Denis. I'll be sure to read some of your work too! If you haven't already, go to my website (needs updating; all my new paintings are on Pinterest) to hear mountain balladeer, Ron Bushey sing this song. Thanks again.

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  • Marianne Reninger (1/6/2017 10:10:00 AM)

    Our Chains, Our Dreams?
    Happy New Year Dr. Fab! Am not familiar with this compilation; could you direct me? Am in the process of creating a new poem for Ode to the Arts. Will have it in by the end of January. Marianne (Report) Reply

    Fabrizio Frosini (1/10/2017 12:38:00 PM)

    got your positive answer, by email. Thanks, Marianne. Cheers

  • Fabrizio Frosini (1/5/2017 4:38:00 AM)

    Hi, Marianne,
    please, tell me.. what about adding this lovely 'music-poem' of yours, 'Aging Artist's Lament ', to the compilation ''Our Chains, Our Dreams''?
    Take care
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    Marianne Reninger (1/7/2017 7:13:00 AM)

    been trying to answer this comment for two days. Poemhunter? Anyway, tell me where to find Our Chains, Our Dreams?

    Marianne Reninger (1/6/2017 9:51:00 AM)

    Happy New Year Dr. Fab! I'm sorry, I don't know where to access Our Chains, Our Dreams? Let me know and I'm sure I'll include, Aging Artist's Lament. Am now preparing a poem for Ode to the Arts which I'll have in by the end of this month. It takes me forever to write my poems; I go over them, and over them. Wish I could be as prolific as Pamela Sinicrope or Barry Middleton is! But I paint too, my excuse! Love, Marianne

  • Pamela Sinicrope (5/16/2016 4:13:00 PM)

    Love the song. I just listened to it on your website. I also love the artwork on your main page. 'Life's conversation...a gift from the heart.' I'll happily listen to your stories all the way to the end of my road. The song is so Appalachia. Love that too. Lots of love today. Thanks for sharing yours and for being such a supportive artist. (Report) Reply

    Marianne Reninger (5/16/2016 4:54:00 PM)

    Pamela, I don't know how you find the time to be such a terrific poet, and also so supportive of your fellow travelers! Thanks again! marianne

  • Savita Tyagi (12/9/2015 10:10:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem and loved listening it with music in the voice of Ron Bushey. We all have little reservoir of stories but only few can express like you do. (Report) Reply

  • Daniel Brick (12/6/2015 10:20:00 PM)

    A WHISPER OF LIGHT LONG INTO THE NIGHT (internal rhyme) This is golden line. It's a carefully modulated expression of the impact of learning; an assertion of our small but vital presence in the vast universe. Everything ages: the earth itself is five billion years old, I myself am 1333 years old - just joking - I'm really just under 70.
    I like the fact this poem doesn't disguise or hide age, but confronts it for what it is, a rushing stream that will someday run dry for us all. We may not live as long as a mountain but we can appreciate the vista FROM ITS SUMMIT
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    Marianne Reninger (12/7/2015 7:08:00 AM)

    Daniel, again you have expressed exactly what I was trying to say in Artist's Lament. It is so hard to realize your productivity is finite and the end is rushing at you so soon. Although, my favorite teacher, worked on Huge canvases until she was way into her 90's. Tatiana McKinney was a remarkable artist and teacher!

  • Chinedu Dike (12/6/2015 6:24:00 PM)

    A well articulated sonorous train of thought, nicely penned in poetic diction with good rhyme scheme. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Marianne. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON. (Report) Reply

    Marianne Reninger (12/6/2015 7:48:00 PM)

    Hope you'll go and listen to the melody Ron sings. It is penned like a mountain folk song from the Applachian mountains of my North Carolina home state. Thanks again for your kind words. Marianne

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 1, 2015

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