I walk in the crevice of Paintbrush
Giving space for my soul to remember
Giving ears to the beautiful flowers I see
Listen to my joy
Listen to my memories
You taunt me with your beauty
Your mystery
Your illusiveness
Your wonder
And your tolerance for where you live
You are not all the same
There is beauty in every different expression you have, you hold
Let me take a piece of you home
So that I might remember
And let me come back again to enjoy you
Thank you
Paintbrush
© Ruby Neumann
Poet's Note: Created orally on June 27, 2022, while returning from a camping expedition with my hubby.
How can I say I wrote this poem. I didn't write it, I created it as I walked alongside a highway ditch flowing with the beautiful red, orange and yellow collection.
My childhood on the farm in northern British Columbia is riddle with these wild, bush blooms. I am captivated by them. They are part of my story. I long for the coming of the end of June when I might go on a short journey west to find them again.
This year I have been attempting to create poetry orally. Instead of having a pen and paper or a computer with me... I just recite into my Iphone camera and take what comes out. Nature really inspires this in me. This poem is not edited… I wrote down what came out as I walked in the ditch.
Watch the Youtube video "Paintbrush" … It gives life to the words. The words alone are not enough this time.
