Living Art #photography #poetry


Entering the portico

I am greeted with buzzing bees

a chorus written on my behalf

sung by the local cheep choir

once tended, the garden is alive with color

the old oak door opens to a living gallery

each painting familiar

smiling eyes look at me

flowers beckon for my approval

the easel creaks a “welcome home”

paints squeezed out on the palette

dance with joy at my perusal

burgundy, ochre, midnight blue cartwheel

It is a lively place this world of art

I know each piece by name

they know my voice, my laugh, my sigh

we understand each other

when I am gone 

this is where I long to be

 

leslie from painting

 

The delightful writing prompt at the DP Daily challenge is Living Art. (One day, your favorite piece of art — a famous painting or sculpture, the graffiti next door — comes to life. What happens next?)

The world of art has been my companion since birth. It is always warm and alive and as part of me as I am it. (The painting of the girl is a much younger me!)

 

 

Photography: Original Oil Paintings by Clare

 

 

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10 thoughts on “Living Art #photography #poetry

  1. To me art and poetry are the same in spirit. The artist and the poet are both expressing their ideas. As the viewer/reader the pleasure it to let the whole work wash over you, without judgement, without expectation, without explanation and receive the idea by the feelings evoked.

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