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A Varnished House

The lake is surrounded 
by burnt-orange grass that bends.
The sparse light rain drops

make perfect circles 
on the glassy dark water.
They widen until 

they sleekly, slyly 
disappear. The lake mirrors 
the late afternoon: 

dried-apricot clouds 
from which peek a chilled soft blue,
a worn trodden campsite;

evergreen pine
needles soft as worn spandex
next to a shiny house.

And the sun-light shifts 
the early Autumn sky, steeped 
in the still-reaching

fingers of Summer.
This civil landscape is a captive 
of a watercolor,

from a nomadic 
palette. The varnished brown house..
a lumberjack..his ax,

a bronze age tool
for civilization. A stormy,
ancient wilderness.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021




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Date: 3/30/2021 4:17:00 PM
What strong imagery in your poem " A Varnished House," with remarkably original lines like "...in the still reaching fingers of summer." A joy to read. Congratulations! Brian
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Date: 3/29/2021 9:12:00 AM
Congratulations Jennifer on your first place win in Craig's contest. What a joy to stand in front of "The Varnished House" and step into the painting with you. Love the phrase "this civil landscape is a captive of a water color." All the best!
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Date: 3/29/2021 5:59:00 AM
Congrats on your top win! a brilliant write! I particularly like your style of writing! The place you describe must be somewhere close to your heart!
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Date: 3/28/2021 2:46:00 PM
Exceptional art/writing---to me, this is clearly the best of all--thanks for making my decision so easy---still pondering some of the ambiguities...so many to consider without many readings and then - still...
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Date: 3/26/2021 11:37:00 AM
Exceptional imagery, artfully displayed, Jennifer, an enviable abode indeed!
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