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
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
Ah ~ beautiful blog, art, haiku and photography ~ very well done ~ xoxo
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hugs to that sweet lil doggie and his mistress – healing wishies
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You truly are a poet,who else can express so beautifully as you,thank you. It’s always a pleasure to read your poetry.
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Oh Ranu thank you. I was fortunate to grow up in an art enriched world.
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Thank you,now I know why you can write poems without the least effort.
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Well there is effort but it is always an enjoyable task
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What a lovely way it would be to escape the world…brought images of the Hidden Garden to mind.
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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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Very nice explanation. Indeed I believe visual and written art are the same spirit.
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