Impressionistic Poem by Tan Pratonix

Impressionistic

Rating: 4.8


From a shock of trees it sifts
in, spreading a black
hush over the water, dims
the grass at her feet tucked
under the grey skirt
showing
brown calves and a bit of ankle;

blows white ruffles
on the swell of her bosom, gleams
the gold ring on the third finger
of her left hand as
she tries to mend the buckle
of her shoe, hair waving

over a face half-hidden - the night
hovers
a moment round that still
sedulous shape,
seeps softly
up the bare foot
and blurs.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gregory Gunn 11 February 2006

Ah yes, the feminine form. I'm impressed. What a beautiful subject in any setting.

0 0 Reply
Willow Moon Pearce 13 February 2006

Nicely written Tan, I am reading more as I go along......regards............willow

0 0 Reply
Emma Johnson 15 February 2006

The words 'sifts in', ''hush', 'dims', 'half-hidden', 'hovers', 'seeps' and 'blurs' are the colours an impressionistic painter would employ to draw the subtlety of your picture. A sharp eye for details, a lover's. Beautiful. Susie.

0 0 Reply
Mahnaz Zardoust-Ahari 22 February 2006

Very nice...Soft subtle but giving every detail...I enjoyed it :)

0 0 Reply
Nikki Hays 27 February 2006

romantic yet engulfing, i seem drawn in by the subtlty of your observations bravo!

0 0 Reply
David Darbyshire 27 April 2006

yes very nice, good Job Dave

0 0 Reply
Simone Inez Harriman 13 April 2006

Tan you wrote this beautifully. (10 from me)

0 0 Reply

TAN... A maticulously detailed piece of work.My take is that you attempt here, to create YOUR '''Impression ''' of some type of portrait of your enamor & have well suceeded in the process. ~F.J.R.~

0 0 Reply
Julia Klimenova 13 April 2006

I love poems that leave much unsaid, only hinted at. Here you have shadows and outlines, vague forms, fleeting impressions. And one is left wondering, guessing, never quite sure. A beautiful poem. Julia

0 0 Reply
Gillian.E. Shaw 12 April 2006

A moment in time. A troubled woman with a troubled marriage fraught with difficulty not of her making. This is the outset of her trouble. One is reminded of the separation between the human animal and a man made society. A vivid picture (impressionistic in style) painted here not with paint and brush but with words through skill.

0 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Tan Pratonix

Tan Pratonix

Triolet, Mauritius
Close
Error Success