Day: February 17, 2022

Forgotten

~ JezzieG

Forgotten
Form: Free Verse
Theme: Modern Life
Subject: A Tap

Water on tap
quenching thirst on demand
yet still we complain it’s not enough
consumption taking more and more
from a world where
little things no longer matter
for humility in a brief moment
lies forgotten in the quest for days
a moment is a memory
the building block of eternity
but the future means more than the here and now
and the soul is led away
from the little things
into unsustainable wants
that lead to nothingness
and the forgotten heart is lost forever
in the quest for endless pleasure
for we have forgotten
the power of gratitude
in the little things that matter

©JGFarmer2022

Jacob by Francisco de Zurbarán

~ JezzieG
Jacob by Francisco de Zurbarán

Jacob
1640-45
Religious Art
Oil on canvas
Collection of Auckland Castle, Bishop Auckland, England

Zurbarán portrays the biblical figure of Jacob as an old man, A life size portrait ‘Jacob’ is one of a series of thirteen works of Jacob and his twelve sons. Standing as prime examples of Zubarán’s mature style these portraits show the artist’s skills at commanding his subject and rendering nature.

Francisco de Zurbarán

Francisco de Zurbarán
Baroque
Born: 17 November 1598, Fuente de Cantos, Spain
Nationality: Spanish
Died: 27 August 1664, Madrid, Spain

Zubarán was a painter, best known for his religious paintings of monks, nuns, and martyrs, and for his still-lifes. He earned the nickname the ‘Spanish Caravaggio’ with his forceful use of chiaroscuro. Zubarán is the father of the painter Juan de Zurbarán

The Kiss by Sara Teasdale

~ JezzieG

The Kiss

Before you kissed me only winds of heaven
Had kissed me, and the tenderness of rain—
Now you have come, how can I care for kisses
Like theirs again?

I sought the sea, she sent her winds to meet me,
They surged about me singing of the south—
I turned my head away to keep still holy
Your kiss upon my mouth.

And swift sweet rains of shining April weather
Found not my lips where living kisses are;
I bowed my head lest they put out my glory
As rain puts out a star.

I am my love’s and he is mine forever,
Sealed with a seal and safe forevermore—
Think you that I could let a beggar enter
Where a king stood before?

Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale
Born: 8 August 1884, Missouri, USA
Nationality: American
Died: 29 January 1933, New York, USA

Teasdale was a lyric poet born in St. Louis, Missouri. She won a Pulitzer Prize for her poetry collection Love Songs in 1918, and an award that is listed as the earliest Pulitzer Prize for Poetry