River runs its ceaseless course
From yesterday until the end of days.
We stand on the brink above the tossing waves
And watch the way the dappled sunlight plays.
Waiting for the call that never comes
The beckoning to leap into the dance
We hover undecided while the tide rolls back
With the little silver skiff of life’s best chance.
River runs regardless of our états d’âme
It has no arms to open and embrace
No honeyed voice to persuade of this or that
No soft expression on its changing face.
River runs into the unknown realms
Of perhaps and may be in the misty light
The place beyond the bend we cannot see
The dreams that lie beyond our feeble sight.
We plunge and follow as best we can
Bound in ropes of water current fast and strong.
We leap and catch the parting tide
Or linger with regrets our whole life long.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
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Jane, who is the artist for the boat painting above? I love it and would like to know what medium they’ve used for the background. A.
The painter I know is Odilon Redon but I’m not sure what the medium is. I’ll see if I can find out.
It’s called Flower Clouds and this is the description on wiki Pastel, with touches of stumping, incising, and brushwork, on blue-gray wove paper with multi-colored fibers altered to tan, perimeter mounted to cardboard
English: Pastel, with touches of stumping, incising, and brushwork, on blue-gray wove paper with multi-colored fibers altered to tan, perimeter mounted to cardboard
Thought it might have been pastel, though thought there were some dashes of gold paint, too.
Thank you for going to that trouble 🙂