Lake Painting

…a little lake poetry to help you maneuver the venomous, political waters that surround us.

Lake Painting

The pre-dawn fog colored the watery landscape silver-grey…

…a backdrop for the dark, bare trees as graceful as the strokes on an ancient Japanese painting.

Their branches bulged with impregnated pods,

And shiny black birds illuminated the mist, soaring toward the canvas’ edge.

Lake painting

A coral ribbon shimmered above the Western horizon,

Signaling the entrance of a giant orb in the East.

Within minutes, the scene morphed into a Monet motif…

…soft blues that melted into the subtle greens of pines and cedars which threw their images on the water’s surface.

And then its life was gone – nature’s masterpiece that lasts only minutes, but, like love,       lives in our hearts for eternity.

2/29/16

About Pam Avery Printed

I graduated from the University of Georgia in 1972 with a major in journalism (public relations) and a minor in business (marketing). My experience for the last 40 years includes working in the corporate world (banking), the newspaper industry (advertising design and sales), owning and selling a restaurant, restoring and utilizing several old buildings on the property, teaching private dance and drama lessons for 20 years, free-lance writing for a national textile firm, publishing two children’s books, and ghost writing a book. My last tour of duty before beginning the current chapter was working as a reporter, photographer, and columnist for five weekly community newspapers. And now I teach...media writing at Columbus State University in Columbus Ga. I consider myself very fortunate--I get to be around intelligent, energetic and enthusiastic young people. What a joy. I believe the written word is one of the most powerful tools known to humankind. And now we have the ability to reach millions with a simple click of the mouse. Wow.
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3 Responses to Lake Painting

  1. drcanady says:

    This reminds of the mornings I spent running past the lake in Flat Rock Park. Peaceful is the word that comes to mind when I think about those mornings.

  2. Nice thoughts, Ms Avery. The poem goes very well with the photograph.

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