Belleville's Frosted Ritornelle. Photopoetry by Keith R Wahl

February 22, 2024  •  Leave a Comment

Photopoetry, a captivating and innovative form of artistic expression, has become a profound means for individuals to encapsulate the multifaceted experiences and sensations evoked by the world around them. For many, including myself, the convergence of visual imagery and poetic verse serves as a conduit for delving into the intricate tapestry of emotions, sounds, and scents that permeate our surroundings. It is within this realm that the essence of my encounters with nature's symphony at Belleville Pond in winter finds its voice. The photos that accompany this poem are not merely static images, but rather catalysts that ignite a sensory journey, inviting the mind to unravel the nuances of cracking ice, the whispering wind in the reeds, and the evocative aromas that linger in the air. As a proponent of full awareness, I am compelled to explore beyond the confines of sight, delving into a realm where thoughts and senses intertwine, yearning for a medium through which to manifest themselves. Thus, my foray into photopoetry has emerged as a poignant and resonant channel for articulating these rich tapestries of experience, with my local environs and travels serving as boundless reservoirs of inspiration. Join me in this exploration as we venture into the realm of photopoetry, where visual artistry and poetic eloquence converge to unveil the profound depth of human perception and expression.

Belleville's Frosted Ritornelle

Winter Winds Upon Belleville Pond

Winter Winds Upon Belleville Pond 02 20240218 850_9362_displayWinter Winds Upon Belleville Pond 02 20240218 850_9362_displayReeds along the shore of Belleville Pond, North Kingstown, Rhode Island in the winter with ice around the edges of the pond and the wind whistling in the vegetation along its shore.

The frosted air, a crystal shroud, encases all the sleeping ground,
Where winter's icy grip doth hold, no verdant life to be found.
I tread upon the glassy sheet, a mirror to the leaden sky,
And hear a sound, both sweet and strange, that dances as the moments fly.

Is it the echo of Pan's flute, a melody the wind doth weave?
Or feathered choirs in unseen boughs, a hymn the branches cleave?
I pause, and hold my breath to hark, the mystery to be told,
As sunlight paints the frosted pane with diamonds pure and cold.

No flute, no songbird's joyous trill, the truth at last doth dawn upon,
It is the ice, in whispered sighs, that sings a song of frost and dawn.
The gentle breeze, with playful touch, caresses reeds along the shore,
And sets the frozen waves a-dance, a music whispered at the fore.

The pond, it seems, has found a voice, a language soft and low,
And speaks of winter's gentle sleep, where beauty lies unseen below.
So let me wander, charmed and stilled, by nature's music, pure and clear,
And listen to the ice-born song, that rings throughout the year.

Winter Winds Upon Belleville Pond 01 20240218 850_9361_displayWinter Winds Upon Belleville Pond 01 20240218 850_9361_displayReeds along the shore of Belleville Pond, North Kingstown, Rhode Island in the winter with ice around the edges of the pond and the wind whistling in the vegetation along its shore. Winter Winds Upon Belleville Pond 02 20240218 850_9362_displayWinter Winds Upon Belleville Pond 02 20240218 850_9362_displayReeds along the shore of Belleville Pond, North Kingstown, Rhode Island in the winter with ice around the edges of the pond and the wind whistling in the vegetation along its shore.

©Keith R Wahl, Made From RI/Made From RI Gallery, 2024. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Keith R Wahl and Made From RI/Made From RI Gallery with appropriate and specific direction to the original.

 

 


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