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
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.
No longer am I free
captured in your frame
whether sailing in the sun
dancing in a box
peeking through the trees
what do you call this game?
Today’s Daily Post Photo Challenge is Silhouette.
Degas’ sculpture Petite Danceuse de quatorze ans is a beautiful life-like bronze statue.
The artist’s eye
creating a smile
what does he display
palette and paint
life to portray
a story he is writing
with strokes of a brush
others he’s inviting
I have been around artists all of my life. They are an unusual breed. Some like to be in the public as they study and paint while others like to be alone as creation (to them) is a solitary business. The artist of old could not rely on a photograph to capture a scene so many artists would paint on-site or have an incredible photographic memory.
Today’s poem is a preface to a month where I will feature art and the artist on Friday Feature.
Away I fly
Called by wings of love
This week’s DP photochallenge is “Capture something in the middle of two things.”
Mercury flies between two massive columns and between two lovers (symbolically).
Where do you” fly” on the weekend?