Saturday, October 06, 2018

The Seasons: A Poem

The mad Artist wields His brush,
Painted colors rush,
To life and give flush,
Before the quiet autumn hush.

The life seems to pour,
As colors fall to the floor,
To be seen no more,
Outside the dark, grey door.

Brightness from below,
Sun upon the snow,
High, cold clouds blow,
Flakes and ice appear to grow.

The man melts with little seen,
Underneath, pale, grey green,
Hides life in dark unseen,
Waits for warmth and to careen.

Buds on branches show,
Patience starts to grow,
Trickles, streams and veins flow,
Bringing fruits of melted snow.

Sprung to life it springs,
Bees, birds, sound rings,
Lush green flings,
Its' gift bounty brings.

Green growth gives one last rush,
Underneath the Painter's brush.
The mad Artist wields His brush,
before the quiet autumn hush.

Author's Note:  I realize that not everyone appreciates poetry.  In speaking with friends and family, this disdain for poetry often arises from confusion or the inability to understand exactly what the poem is getting at.  I completely understand this situation.  I too struggle and find myself reading a poem or even a stanza over and over trying to catch the meaning.  I believe it's taboo for a poet to explain his or her work.  That, so the thought carries, should be done by scholars and students in the years to come.

I think that's a load of you know what.  I developed a love for poetry when I understood what the poet was saying.  I fell in love with Gerald Manley Hopkins after taking a class in college where I learned how to read his work and many others.  I was trained to see the words used, meter, style, and pace.  G.K. Chesterton's Ballad of the White Horse was a pleasure to read once I got into the story behind the lines.  Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, translated by J.R.R. Tolkien is still one of my all time favorites.  There is a simple beauty in poetry than cannot be found in traditional styles of writing.

Below you will find my explanation of what I have written and why.  I want you to enjoy my poems.  I want you to understand the poetry and fall in love with the art.  In November, God willing, I'll be publishing a book of poetry that follows this style.  The front of the book with be filled with my poetry.  Some of it with be about personal events I have experienced and some of it will be stories and lessons about life, love, and family.  Much of it is my interpretation of certain Scripture passages in a poetic form like what you just read.  In the back of the book, each poem will have some commentary that explains the words used, the context, and why it was written the way it was written.  My hope is that you, the reader, will be lifted up to another level of seeing, of understanding.  It is my hope that you too will fall in love with the poetic form and it's power.  Thanks for reading!  If you'd like to be the first to know when the book is available, send me an email and you'll be the first to know!


1st Stanza - Here God, the Mad Artist, begins the taking up of His brush as He begins to paint the seasons.  The phrase "Mad Artist" gives rise to thoughts not of anger but of wild abandon in the way He flourishes His brush.  As Autumn begins the leaves begin their rush to change like a grand-finale of fireworks.

2nd Stanza - As Autumn transitions into winter, the beautiful colors "pour to the floor" until all that is left is the grey and brown of winter.

3rd Stanza - As Winter settles in the snow on the ground often gives off as much intensity as the sun above thus giving light from below.  Snow falls, icicles grow from the roof's edges as cold, grey clouds soar overhead.
  
4th Stanza - The man that melts is the snowman.  The snow is melting and the dead greenish-grey grass is revealed.  Yet hidden underneath that deep snow and death-like image, life is waiting to burst forth once more.

5th Stanza - Here life is quickening its pace and is on the go (show, flow, grow).  The melted snow of winter now becomes the lifeblood of new life in the branches and buds of Spring.

6th Stanza - As we move from Spring into Summer life becomes abundant, no longer hidden but ringing out its joy (springs, fling, rings, brings)

7th Stanza - Summer slowly begins to fade, the bright green fades and once again we see the Mad Artist ready to share His gifts upon the earth in another cycle of color and beauty.

More poetry by James M. Hahn available in The Last Dragon and other Poems, available soon!

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