A Quiet Place Sep 7, 2020
“Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks.” Plutarch
A friend and I recently agreed the creative life is worth the effort. He offered…“Blessing or curse? Sometimes I think I’d rather just be rocking in a rowboat not catching any fish, just rocking. But then the flash of wonder hits me. I’m on the case and thinking this is the greatest gift ever!”
That friend is poet, musician, and fellow Rutland, Vermont native, James Mee.
From A Quiet Place
A poem by James Mee
The river wind is whispering
to this pasture land.
On days like these
she’ll spin her yarns
for those that understand.
Field birds chitter to stone fences.
As I rest upon hay bales.
The sky stands guard
as I cloud dream
and listen to her tales.
As rays of light calm rustling leaves
I hear a subtle trace.
A little breath
expressing life
on days of gentle grace.
Nature’s stories old as time
have me in their embrace.
And share such wonder
along this path
from a quiet place.
Copyright 1995, 2020 James Mee
Grandpa’s Knob, Vermont
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From A Quiet Place
A poem by James Mee
The river wind is whispering
to this pasture land.
On days like these
she’ll spin her yarns
for those that understand.
Field birds chitter to stone fences.
As I rest upon hay bales.
The sky stands guard
as I cloud dream
and listen to her tales.
As rays of light calm rustling leaves
I hear a subtle trace.
A little breath
expressing life
on days of gentle grace.
Nature’s stories old as time
have me in their embrace.
And share such wonder
along this path
from a quiet place.
Copyright 1995, 2020 James Mee
Grandpa’s Knob, Vermont
The painting and poetry are a beautiful marriage and I feel part of their love making.
A perfect match between poem and painting! Wonderful!
Oh my! So beautiful, Peter….both painting & poetry. Can’t wait for Mondays to see & hear your work & words…. a very special gift! Thank you!!
It’s lovely, Peter. Very peaceful.
James Mee found the words and you, Peter, found the canvas to tell the story. Thank you both for a lovely, heartfelt Labor Day celebration here in our United States of America. Thank yuou, thank you, thank you.
Not a word needs to be spoken!
Perfection!! The pairing of your painting with James Mee’s musings & poetry is outstanding! My gratitude, appreciation, & respect to both artists for your thoughts, words, talents, efforts, & angst. And special thanks for the collaboration that resulted in today’s beautiful gift.
How comfortable this painting is! Like old shoes, and to scroll down an find such a fitting and lovely poem has been a lift to my birthday. Thank you. I lived briefly in Vermont long ago, but have visited often and part of my heart is there. A highlight was to “discover” you at a country (maybe town) fair quite some time ago and later to have the privilege of experiencing your hospitality at your home and studio. I treasure my Monday morning “visits” to Vermont. Thank you.
We can’t but stand in awe and wonder as we participate in the shared gifts of poetry and paint!
Hello Peter, you made a farm with solar panels to a quiet place. In your painting the time stopped in the past. The colors are pastel, a bit dusty and smooth like the poem you published with your painting.
Always curious about old abandoned homes and farm houses..who lived there..why gone? Nice painting draws one in!
Thank you all very much for the nice comments, and again to my friend James Mee!