Seek and You Will Find #poetry

looking for

You cant see my toes

squish, wiggle in the sand

and where the tuba blows

Ill whistle with the band

you cant know my thoughts

though a smile you might see

some things can be taught

not my giggle and  glee

you wont hear the whispered hush

goodness daily do I pray

God is where I put my trust

each and every day

and with much hope

courage for the King

if I have one vote

its to serve Him faithfully

 

Art:  Winslow Homer “Boys Wading” photo taken at National Gallery of Art

 

One Cannon #haiku #memorialday

rough log house

surviving century’s seasons

feather beds

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beneath cool shade

verdant battlefield covers scars

blood stains

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whistling through reeds

sun warms each blade of grass

soldiers memories

…And they fell. No matter the mother’s sorrow or the lover’s tears they could not be revived. Such is the fate of the fallen warrior. I chose to be grateful for the sacrifice and  the bravery.

Happy 4th of July #Independenceday #haiku

flag at air and space

 

fly red white and blue

still standing  for freedom

nation under God

Happy Fourth of July to the United States of America!

star spangled

Autonomy is the one word prompt for WordPress today. What could be more autonomous than a country like America that has always encouraged free speech, freedom of ideas, freedom to create, freedom to rely on oneself?

“The Truth shall set you free!”

Not Forgotten #memorialday #vets #poetry

 

corsair flag

Fill your lungs with tomorrow’s hope

close your eyes grasp at life’s soil

exhale a bouquet of gratitude

for those whose courage honorably spilled

precious offering for generations to come

Today we celebrate Memorial Day. It’s a day when children eat hotdogs, ride the ferris wheel, cast caution to the wind. It’s a day when young men choose their allegiance. It’s a day when old soldiers remember friends.

Graves_at_Arlington_on_Memorial_Day

photo of  Arlington

Don’t Forget Freedom #4thof July #photography

 

America –

will never be destroyed from the outside

If we falter and lose our freedoms

it will be because we destroyed

ourselves

 

Lest we forget the heart  marching for freedom

Lest we forget dear life that spilt  blood

Lest we forget the nights of darkness

we will fall prey to fears untold

Lest we forget  dark evil machinations

Lest we forget much relies on a thread

Lest we forget bold determination

our children will have much to dread

 Lest we flippant discourteous of freedom

throw out the  Liberty we have

fear that looms in the corners

on tyranny we will lay down our head

flag at air and space

To all my fellow Americans I wish you a Happy 4th of July. And to those who served I proudly salute you!!!

Photographs: from the National Museum of the United States Air Force in Dayton Ohio and National Air and Space Museum (Udvar Hazy) in Washington D.C.

America in the Rearview Mirror #poetry

barn

Our eyes met

for a moment

yours old and scarred

mine wanting to rest on your rough boards

clear lines have blurred

an era’s memories stirred

nature is reclaiming the land

where you proudly stand

change means breaking

splintering you and shaking

that world which you knew

so well

 

Freedom’s Wings #poetry #july4th

corsair flag

It’s your moment

you look over the edge

no words can express

the exhilarating dread

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what if I fall?

it seems I could fail

look up at the sky

freedom’s wings will prevail

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I’ve been taught all I need

will it be quite enough?

to hold the scepter of truth

the first leap it is rough

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blind I enter life

through the desert I have crawled

the journey  is bumpy

beneath liberty I’ll stand tall

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Freedom

bird’s first flight

updraft has a price

This week at Poet’s United our challenge is to write a poem about Freedom.

Every country, every person has a different vantage point; all I would think would agree that there is a precious price to attain and maintain Freedom.

When We Sold Freedom #presidentsday #poetry #loveamerica

 

china and wash mem

It was bought bravely

two hundred years ago

Washington ably led us

through the bullets and the snow

Lincoln spoke for man’s rights

it was the Constitution’s stand

abolishing slavery

giving hope, our Forefather’s plan

It was spoken of in the streets

and across the golden waves

stronger than a concept

it ruffled in our flag

an idea worth the grasping

for a time waved tall and proud

a steel lady in a harbor

children pledged the words out loud

“I pledge Allegiance

to the flag of the United States of America

and to the Republic for which it stands

one nation under God

indivisible with liberty

and justice for all”

Freedom cannot be taken

robbed or in a New York alley sold

it is born by its people

who against tyranny are bold

it can be lost I’ve noticed

when avarice seizes the day

so sad and unbecoming

when we throw freedom away

 

 

I wrote this poem and then by chance watched the movie America– Imagine a world without her?

 

 

 

Friday Feature – Andrew Wyeth #wyeth #art

 

Friday Feature is Back this Fall. Enjoy a month of Art!!!

Friday Feature art

wyeth

After enjoying the Andrew Wyeth exhibit at the National Gallery, I fell in love with this artist. As a student of art (and art history), I have been in love with Da Vinci, Michelangelo, Monet, Degas, and several locally renowned artists.

Why do we love art or their creators?

Well I can say with Monet it was because I would dream of the places he painted. Degas it was the people he caught midstream in their daily life. With Wyeth, I feel I have been in those  places (some painful) and written about them. In many of his paintings, though there is no human presence, you feel something or someone there. Wyeth  creates from  emotion: Sorrow, elation, discovery were as much a part of his palette as the paint was. In reading more about Wyeth and his upbringing ,I could relate in part to his way with art; he was very secretive about his work and kept others from seeing him working for fear of being disconcerted and putting the project away. Growing up as the artist’s daughter, I felt the same trepidation. I realize now that it may not have been the fear of disapproval as much as it was the inability to produce. For from the artist’s hand something must flow or life becomes like a polluted dammed up stream. I realize why I have an instinctive love for Wyeth – he had to find his own niche as an artist away from his famous father.

andrew-wyeth

If you are familiar with his series of paintings Christina’s World than you also know that these paintings are inspired by a neighbor who had polio. His famous painting of her in the field is his depiction of her as she crawled in the field from one farm to the other. I am awed by his study of this woman. He gives a woman who lived her life in a wheelchair value during a time that such a woman would be easily overlooked (even degraded).

As I sat for hours looking at his work, I thought of Edgar Allen Poe’s writings where there are dark things hidden in the edges  of daylight. Wyeth’s angles remind me of the countless angles shot by Alfred Hitchcock – drawing the eye and imagination into a place they cannot escape. What lurks in Wyeth’s corners? What stories are left untold that can wander in our imagination weaving dark webs where retreat is impossible.

My artist mother has often conveyed that meaningful work comes out of trial, suffering, or hardship. For Wyeth it seemed pages of pastoral images fluttered forward: his father died and he entered a time where death emerged from his wheat fields. There seemed to be messengers speaking of death in his paintings. If I could interview Wyeth, I believe he would say that “growth of expression occurred.” An untested palette is just paint after all.

So I pose the question of the writer, the poet, the photographer: Has a difficulty or hardship caused your artistic expression to explode like the pine cone that sets forth its seeds of life during a consuming forest fire? Where/ when have you seen tremendous growth or change in your work?

Enjoy art for art’s sake and for the inspiration it offers.

“Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.”

~Edgar Allen Poe

Next week I have a special two part article of a french artist (Pierre Chalory) who painted 9/11. It’s been a delight to get to know this gifted artist. Check out Bold Magazine he is being featured in the September Issue!

 

 

All art work from WikiArt.Org WikiArt

Bent Over a Rondeau #atozchallenge #poetry #photography

R

 

That long forgotten old oak tree

bent in abjection’s misery

no longer watered by the farm

planks torn off  the old wooden  barn

an era’s ending not so pretty

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A place  once full of life and green

where  fledglings flap and  fly  with glee

never a worry of their harm

that long forgotten old oak tree

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Those young ones  on a climbing spree

no need for old folks  groan nor plea

welcome were gangly legs and arms

faithful to hear us spin our yarns

during games it was always free

that long forgotten old oak tree

 

The Old Barn
The Old Barn

Do you have memories of a faithful climbing tree??

 

The Rondeau named after the French word for “round,”  is characterized by the repeating lines of the  refrain (rentrement), and the two rhyme sounds throughout.

The rondeau’s form is not difficult to recognize; it is composed of fifteen lines, eight to ten syllables each, divided  into a quintet, a quatrain, and a sestet. The rentrement consists of the first few words or the entire first line of the first stanza, and it recurs as the last line of both the second and third stanzas. Two rhymes guide the music of the rondeau, whose rhyme scheme is as follows (R representing the refrain): aabba aabR aabbaR.

Thanks to Poets.Org for the information about the rondeau

Have a try at the rondeau it is a fun form to play with.

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 “Spring has returned. The earth is like a child that knows poems.”

~Rainer Maria Rilke

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