Word Pictures E-Book

Mitchell Isaac Friedman

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

A picture is worth a thousand words. But, words can evoke vivid pictures in the mind. As a painter uses his colors to create images that touch the soul, the poet uses his words to achieve the same effect. 

The poems in this volume, it is my hope, will create images that touch the readers heart and soul. They are the product of the poet's observations of the world around him.

Several of these images reflect his perception of the world as he is out and about, some are the images he perceives when awakening in the morning--that point when dream and reality seem to merge.

The poet hopes that these images will provoke thought, and will bring the read some measure of enjoyment.

Leseprobe

Mitchell Isaac Friedman

Word Pictures

For Ilene, Danielle, and Jordan Friedman In loving memory of William and Lillian Friedman BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Portrait

Raven colored hair,

long and straight,

framed a moon shaped face,

contrasting with her French vanilla complexion.

Brown eyes ignited

her cheeks’ rosy glow

when she smiled,

her pale pink lips

curled upward and opened

to reveal radiant white teeth.

I still see her

sitting at the piano

in complete rapture

as she played.

My whole being was

captivated as I watched

of her tapered fingers

gently caressing the keys

as she played

the “Minuet in G.” 

Lights

In the clouded sideview mirror

a hazy pinpoint of light comes into view;

small and fuzzy, growing, defining itself, closing in and

then veering on a tangent.

A crimson halo hovers,

mesmerizing me, then vanishes, replaced by

a green, spell releasing aura.

Prism Path

Off the walls of the expressway

       crystalline threads of

ruby, sapphire, gold, and emerald rays

interlace my path with fine

        frigid lights;

frozen signs

of the spectrum of sights

         that jewel the

path of my flight;

chilled refractions accompany me

         along this lonely highway,

joining me as I flee—

where I cannot say.

Christmas Tree at the Metropolitan Museum of Art

From the silver and gold star

angels, arrayed in magenta and indigo,

with gilded horns descend

to herald the sacred birth.

Under the spruce peasants in gray-white wool,

and kings, and nobles, in mauve-purple-blue,

bring gifts of gold, myrrh, and frankincense

to lay before the infant in the manger.

With sandals worn to pink bare footedness,

riding gray African elephants,

herding dusty-yellow-white-gray sheep,

bringing vermillion and blue linens

with which to adorn the golden cherum.

Holding ruby-rust flamed candles,

angels descend the green limbs,

witnesses to the sacred birth.