In the other room Dinah Shore sings
Beal Street Blues,
the clarinet dancing
a slow dirty dance
in the undertones.
Wind wafts through the room,
your doors and windows open,
the sweet smell of Phlox,
so rampant in the August gardens,
fills you with memories,
not of what was, but
of what will be, a future
so real, so passionately promised,
that every moment,
be it bright or dark,
brings you one step closer.
About this poem.
I don’t think I have ever written a poem to a painting before, but in this case, that is exactly what I did. The painting is called The Blues at Dawn, and as soon as I finished it, I felt like there was a poem in it somewhere. Two weeks later, after writing a lot in my journal, after listening to old blues singers from the fifties and sixties, and a few cups of coffee later, it came to me.
Jeremiah reads: “For I know the plan I have for you says the Lord. A plan of peace and not of evil to give you a future, and a hope.”
This is an important verse for me. A version of it hangs on my wall in the living room, a constant reminder that, even when I don’t feel it, God has plans for me. My job is not to be great, but simply to be ready and willing when those plans show themselves.
[…] This painting inspired a poem. A copy of the poem is here. […]
Thanks again, Tom, for that wonderful poem and it’s great reminder of Jeremiah 29:11. I need to hear this reminder daily – that God has good things for me and I need to be willing to listen to Him.
Ruthie – I think we ALL need that reminder now and again. Sometimes it’s hard to see the plan for all the weeds in the way.