Journal Vi - Tangled In Seclusion

JOURNAL VI – Tangled In Seclusion Looking through various American Art Reviews I find I’m drawn to the country rustic scene – A stream, or lake, uncluttered A thatched hut or neat, plain farm house (oh not too neat – a place to luxuriate in undisturbed comfort) A small boat to determine, waterside, the lake’s size And, of course, delicious greenery, wild flowers Some domestic beasts perhaps - Though the lake may be a clear cerulean My total scene may be cluttered, pinched together, A veritable super sundae for the eye Why this favorite canvas? Being city-raised might be an answer – though mine a certain benign type of clutter, That removed from city turmoil, By protective trees and hills, with a few distant billowing, unthreatening clouds In these last few I would find a peaceful freshness tangled in seclusion To renew a fading spirit