"Wreck-Tangled World" [Reflections on Book - Right Side Up Side Down Romeo Lemieux and Connie Bischoff -re "Autumn"]

This time the picture more than words
Gave life to thought with meanings heard –
Deep in my living past – a way
I’m finding hard for me to say.

“Wreck-tangled” is a phrase which jumps
To life, as by that set I’m pumped;
Each frame, depiction of a slice
Of forest scene – each might suffice.

Of course his world, wreck-tangled too
By page-wire fence of prairie view,
Where coolie-scrub-land breaks the scene
Of rolling hills where he has been.

But she has memories as well –
Wreck-tangled thoughts from heaven-hell;
A hint of convalescence there
From wicker-form of rolling chair.

From each of us flows out some thought,
Or memory, as trees now rot
At end of summer, harvest done,
Where post-production’s conjured from.

I lost gestalt – wreck-tangled scene,
Clipped all my life – restricted, mean;
“Stu, lay it down, like winter wheat;
When seed springs up – fresh vision’s sweet”.

I did – it was – returned indeed;
Wreck-tangled life meets artist’s need
To limit, still, life’s mystery
Increase – while we big-picture see.

Thanks Lord for this.

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