Reflections shifting on rippling water,
A breathing oil-on-canvas,
Introspection draws me deeper.
Only from a distance,
Can I envision the scene,
The lines between colors…
Nature’s representation of me.
I haven’t posted poetry in a while, so I figured it was about time. As I’ve done before, I’m going to share what I was thinking as I wrote it.
When I looked at the lake, it occurred to me that the reflections of the clouds and trees on the rippled water looked almost like an oil painting on canvas. As I often do, I drew comparisons and related this to me and my life.
I don’t know if you’ve ever looked at an oil painting up close, but I find it fascinating how what looks like nothing more than blotches of different hues of green can suddenly turn into a beautiful tree when I take a couple steps back. This is exactly how my life is right now. I’ve been in the trenches of difficulty for most of this year and I had been submerged in darkness and hopelessness. Up close, I failed to see beyond the mess that is “now”.
It’s only been the last couple months that I have been able to take those important steps back so I could see that, although my life seems to be just blotches of colors, it’s the beginning of so much more. From a distance, I can envision beauty emerging at some point in the future.