I sit behind closed doors. Drawing pictures of ballet dancers in pink . Crumpled piles of discards about my feet. I’m reminded of cherry blossoms in spring. They dance through the cobwebs in my head and I am outside in spring’s kaleidoscope with no Co-Vid.
Infused with sunshine
cherry blossoms kiss still waters
sparks of spring
We miss the cherry blossoms they are always so cheerful and so this week I may take a few moments and draw more ballerinas.
Hope all of you are doing well. Not sure how it is for the rest of you but I am actually happy to be home writing and creating. Most of the places where I work in hospice did a close down (which was wise) – anything to prevent a spread. Be well and write!!!
Mystery and depth – yūgentei, the image evoking ineffable loneliness
This category is associated mostly with Fujiwara Shunzei (1114-1204) Teika’s renowned father and tanka expert. Teika mentions this in some of his other teachings and uses as examples poem #3:254 Kin’yōshū by Toshiyori:
uzura naku / mano no irie no / hamakaze ni / obananami yoru / aki no yūgure
cries of quail
from the shore of Mano cove
waves of plume grass
ripple in autumn dusk
This week I love to challenge you all a bit more to write a short chained poem with a maximum of eight stanza following the classical rules (5-7-5; 7-7; 5-7-5; 7-7; 5-7-5; 7-7; 5-7-5; 7-7) and your last stanza (classically called “ageku”) has to close the chain by associating on the first stanza. Of course you don’t need to use the classical syllables count, but that’s up to you.
Not an easy task I think, but therefore I give you all 24 hours instead of 18 hours … So you have to write a chained poem (Renga) of maximum eight (8) stanza inspired on the image and the prompt WINTER WONDERLAND within 24 hours.
beauty spoken before the first application of paint
years standing still in an artist’s eyes
On rare occasion do I explain a poem. This poem is about an Alice in Wonderland type afternoon spent with a gifted artist. This man I believe once quite well known in NYC now suffers Parkinsons and dementia. He thought I was a writer from a New York Magazine. If in his jumbled memory, he could go back to those moments where his art was admired then I hope he can remember those moments we spent as special. We studied this magnolia blossom (above) and gave a short lesson in art appreciation to someone in passing. One very telling comment he made “I never chose beautiful women as subjects. Then there is nothing to paint. I rather chose subjects where I can pull out elements of beauty.” Had I not been at this center to spend time with a dying loved one, I would have relished more moments with this artist who I only know as “Roberts.”