Draw Me #poetry #art

 

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.

Strengthened by Sorrow #poetry #art

sulk

sadness reign

she clung to covers

tear soaked rain

daily same

dark clouds pushed all hope away

sun always went down

*

long for love

little girls have fears

never clear

thunder claps

no where to hide from sorrow

storm so near

*

unbroken

words never spoken

standing tall

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.

 

Too Late #tanrenga #poetry

This month at Chevrefeuille’s Haiku Kai we are challenged by the Tan Renga that short chained poem written by two poets. Here is the haiku by Buson for your inspiration to create the second stanza of this Tan Renga.

Haiga by Buson

the willow leaves fallen,

the spring gone dry,
rocks here and there

© Yosa Buson (1716-1784)

tears blot candle lit message

death comes too quick for my love

~mdw

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Repentant Magdalene - De La Tour 1640 oil

Art by Yosa Buson and Georges de la Tour

Ikebana #haiku #art

 

Living art

nature creates new dimension

paint jealous

 

 

 

Ikebana is a japanese art form using nature to create the art. The biennial Ikebana exhibit at the Torpedo Factory integrates art.  A backdrop  (painting)  enhances the live art.

part of the art

I improvised and used a human for my  live art and a painting of a photographer for the backdrop.

This week’s photo prompt is Abstract.

As an art student, I was not enamored by the Abstractionist movement. Those I studied were using garbage as their media or a single color on canvas to make a statement. The trend was to break away from the traditional and find new ways to use lines and color. 

Be inspired by photographers:

Listen #atozchallenge

sculpture - Jean-Baptiste Carpeaux

sculpture – Jean-Baptiste Carpeaux

 

long ago whisper

words carried to distant shores

hope fills my shell

conch in hand

L

Have you ever listened to a shell? What has it said?

Im enjoying A to Z bloggers how about you?

By Design #photography #poetry

 

creeping vine

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

poinsettia

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

pen and hand

Season’s Joy

Ulterior is my motive

To jingle bells

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Today’s prompt at Poet’s United Midweek Motif is Design. We see design everyday – where is your favorite place to look?