Something Someone Taught Us, Rodney Warren, June 10, 2011

The music of how we feel as the sun falls.
Aka celestial spectacles


Words flow freely from my pen
Without discipline or purpose

After getting prompted from the muse I find
Structure and logic falling into the words on the page
Much like the music I feel as I witness the sun fall at the end of day

The reds, yellows, and mauve shades
Listen to the global sigh
In anticipation of the approaching blanket of night

With my mind trained on the memory of this spectacle of light and color
I abandon myself to the darkness of the night
Knowing, as I have learned to know
That tomorrow the light will return

Faith is like that...
Knowing that the light will return
And my artistic spirit will wait further
For the return of the falling sun
With new celestial spectacles
Ever changing
Yet always faithful to return
Return new
Always new

Can we be prescribed
Such spectacles from our optometrist?
Thankfully no
This is a gift for the living
Given freely by the Great Creator
Faithfully orchestrated on a daily basis
For all that care to witness it's splendor

Fathers and Sons, Rodney Warren

Fathers and Sons

The word cahoots comes to mind regarding this relationship.
These two strong male figures stand side by side with with secret memories of fishing and hunting campaigns.
Fears and excitements held in a common experience.
Each remembering the details of their own sights and smells from times together.

And even though there may be conflict in the retelling of the tales
Thay are in cahoots
Thay have their secret understandings, and allowances, for embellishment.
For this is the soil of their relationship.
They can allow the tales to grow in this fertile trust.

And know that their vision of the past will not be questioned
No conflict will rise from their inaccuracies
Only joy and laughter will come from their conversation
Because they are in cahoots
With a language all their own.

Secrets as Images, Rodney Warren

Secrets as images....
Life is filled with secrets
Moments tucked away from the sight and earshot of others

Often I find these memories and events
Colored in shades of deep brown and sap green
Varnished with a yellowed and aging film
Not allowing the full image to be revealed
Due to the reflection of light upon the surface of their support

This is often an important aspect of the secret
The fact that it is not clearly discernable by the casual observer
One needs to examine and live with a secret to truly know all of the hidden bits discussed behind the glare of external light

And then that same light
Obscuring the image over time allows the holders of the secret to forget, forgive, and remember differently the events that made up the images
Put to the support of time