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?
Were I a bird on the wing
I would perform
an aria I would sing
you would marvel
at the tone
on the limb
I perch alone
Were I a fish in a stream
I would dazzle with colors
blue, red, green
against the current
I would go
by the flow
Were I a drop of water in a lake
community we’d make
you and me
flowing toward the sea
“He that commends me to mine own content
Commends me to the thing I cannot get.
I to the world am like a drop of water
That in the ocean seeks another drop,
Who, falling there to find his fellow forth,
Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself:
So I, to find a mother and a brother,
In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.”
― William Shakespeare, The Comedy of Errors
Today’s prompt at Poet’s United is Unity.