words infused with art
Fresh
fallen the night before
crisp
footprints on distant shore
crystalline
capturing fallen light
colorful
red rose smiling bright
holding
hands clasped this day
speechless
love needed nothing to say
vowed
spoken to the skies
renewed
snowflakes in our eyes
free
petals fall in the breeze
laughter
whispers spoken to the trees
fallen
strong stood aged oak
memory
song where new life awoke
reaching
striving for the sun
hoping
new path on which to run
Newness a prompt from Poet’s United.
“Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.” Pablo Picasso
Behold art
through artist’s eyes
hold your breath
there’s no disguise
*
imagination
will you see
at water’s edge
you’ll be set free
*
A fanciful place
to lose oneself
catch a wave
you’ll need no help
*
dust away mundane
look deep inside
a hidden world
rides on the tide
*
lost you art?
you sorry soul
without it’s depth
you won’t be whole
*
grasp its tail
come with me
ride a notion
in the artist’s sea
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Whether a connoisseur of art, a dabbler, a master, you might agree that to “lose art” would result in a mundane and less colorful existence.
Today’s assignment at Verse First:
Consider loss, losing, art, and their meanings for you. Then write a 6- stanza poem that contains at least two rhyme schemes. Lost? Read the poem again, identify the rhymes and give it a try.
Photograph: “Spent Wave 2 – Oil by Clare circa 1982”
Inhale – Water
floating above lily pad’s calm
Inhale – Music
woodsy bamboo flute tones’ massage
Inhale – Sunshine
fingers warmed by golden rays
reawakened to a clear day
*
The prompt for Verse First today is: “The work is not about the place”
The sun will come up …
Tomorrow
and I bet
I’ll face this all
tomorrow
it’s not fun
*
Just thinking about
tomorrow
cancer eats the joy
and leaves a sorrow
today its won
*
When Im stuck in a day
that’s sad and lonely
I must fall on my knees
and hope
and pray
*
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
a pain free
tomorrow
is always a hope
away
*****
Annie’s Version:
Tomorrow
The sun’ll come out
Tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar
That tomorrow
There’ll be sun!
Just thinkin’ about
Tomorrow
Clears away the cobwebs,
And the sorrow
‘Til there’s none!
When I’m stuck a day
That’s gray,
And lonely,
I just stick out my chin
And Grin,
And Say,
Oh!
The sun’ll come out
Tomorrow
So ya gotta hang on
‘Til tomorrow
Come what may
Tomorrow! Tomorrow!
I love ya Tomorrow!
You’re always
A day
A way!
From Annie
The prompt at Never Ending Story is Tomorrow and at Poet’s United – Verse First is Ordinary.
Some of us face extreme pain as part of our daily, ordinary lives. I have managed 22 pain filled years without narcotics (except when I’ve been hospitalized).
You can sing my version of “Tomorrow” I have. I added Annie’s version because she faced a wall of Tomorrows and managed a smile with each one. To each of you who are enduring I hope for a sun filled Tomorrow.
Dawn peers beyond my fingertips
gently I caress your form
on your contours I ply paint
creating a masterpiece
*
Breaking over the horizon
you take my breath away
sudden rays of merging color
I hold on to purple
*
Awakened by the light
you turn to grasp me
sleepy green- eyed smile
finger -painting the landscape of a new day
The prompt over at Verse First at Poet’s United is: The Body Becomes the Landscape. Looking at the photographic mastery of Carl Warner it is easy to believe. I’m taking the contours of an early dawn landscape that could easily be a human form as my inspiration for this poem.
All that remained
she lived in another time
memories in a box
*
memories in a box
one night set free
no holding back ghosts
reminders not needed
the world could see
The prompt at Verse First (hosted by Kim Nelson) is Ghosts, Spirits, Scares. I hope you feel the presence of a ghost in my verse today.
We were instructed to write in 31 words or 31 lines in honor of October 31st. I chose using the haiku and tanka to write 31 lines.
Tanka: is written by one poet and not by two (as is the echo form of the Tan Renga) the syllables count is: 5-7-5-7-7
My senses tell me first
something fragrant is stirring
I try not to imagine what the neighbor is cooking
my salivary glands haven’t a care they’re not looking
spicy, strong smells fill the air
*
carried away on a magic carpet
distant lands of curries and cayenne peppers
autumn colors of paprika and tumeric
dark green courgette, deep purple eggplant, and regal red onion’s sweet array
my imagination is teased with the colorful display
*
Camels loaded with untold wares
a caravan from the east
great cooks of the world plan their feast
impatiently I await gustatorial delights
*
Putting my watering mouth into check
my rolled carpet beneath one arm
a Merlot to wet our lips
I gather my glass, green salad and my wits
always a welcome guest
The prompt at Verse First today is to write about food. I hope you can smell the spices as they take an Eastern journey.
What feels right in your heart
Sassy, bold and moving forward
come home. discover your identity. live your destiny.
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