it just takes one line
followed by another
color then some more added
and a smile or two
give me a long neck
or a furry mane
four long legs or short
will have to do
teach me to draw
show me to paint
clay in my fingers
don’t want to wait
look at the sky
God’s daily design
something fluffy and blue
that catches our eye
When you think of art you might say “I can’t draw?” Why?
It’s more a block in between your mind and your hands then you realize.
Children create more easily because they haven’t acquired the “hang up” of success. They just “do.” You are never too old to learn how to draw, paint, sculpt and there is no grade at the end either. So try a creation done by you. You may find that you enjoyed it and want to try another.
All the years I “did” art I was afraid to try portraits. While my artist mother can still teach me I am trying to learn a little about portraiture and practice!
I hope you’ll try something you’ve never tried before.
she clung to covers
tear soaked rain
dark clouds pushed all hope away
sun always went down
long for love
little girls have fears
no where to hide from sorrow
storm so near
words never spoken
don’t look back
bright is tomorrow’s token
hope is queen
Today’s prompt at Poet’s United – “Resilience”
Photo: “The Sulker” Jacques Villon 1900
Painting from Paul Mellon collection – National Gallery
Jacques Villon aka Gaston Émile Duchamp (born July 31, 1875 died June 9, 1963) was a French painter and printmaker who was involved in the Cubist movement; later he worked in realistic and abstract styles.
Villon was the brother of artists Suzanne Duchamp, Raymond Duchamp-Villon, and Marcel Duchamp. In 1894 he went to Paris to study law, but, once there, he became more interested in art, and he spent the next 12 years contributing illustrations and cartoons to newspapers. In 1903 Villon was one of the founders of the Salon d’Automne, an exhibiting association that was created as an alternative to the traditional Salon. He began to study painting in 1904.
The Shadorma is a Spanish poetic form made up of a stanza of six lines
(sestet) with no set rhyme scheme.
It is a syllabic poem with a meter of 3/5/3/3/7/5.
It can have many stanzas, as long as each follows the meter.
Little is known about this poetic style’s origins and history
but it is used by many modern poets today.
sculpture – Jean-Baptiste Carpeaux
long ago whisper
words carried to distant shores
hope fills my shell
Have you ever listened to a shell? What has it said?
Im enjoying A to Z bloggers how about you?
shadowed sculptured lines
fingers smooth imperfections
My eye captured the creeping vine
but it’s not mine this sweet design
colors well forth this time of year
awash in red the veins are clear
nature can’t lapse or lose its place
master’s piece, no practiced trace
I only draw that which I see
you create from nothing, creator’s glee
Ulterior is my motive
To jingle bells
Today’s prompt at Poet’s United Midweek Motif is Design. We see design everyday – where is your favorite place to look?