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The Art of Spring
She sat at her easel, like an old dutch Master,
trying to capture the essence of a bouquet of daffodils,
bathed in the morning light shining softly through her kitchen window.
Her paints were carefully mixed by hand to create shades of
yellow – golden dawn, golden echo, and lemon beauty. She sketched
their ruffled petals, so like lacey lingerie, and wished she could paint
the scent of them – a love call to bees.
Poetics: Daffy for Daffodils, Sprung in Spring
Art Me
Sketch me a small pine tree,
scribble me a forest.
Draw a sky full of inky stars, and then
smudge a thumbprint moon.
Erase the cloudy haze of fog
that hides the owl and rabbit.
Pencil us into the peacefulness
of this charcoal world.
Quadrille #190
d’Verse PoetsPub – Inspired by Art!
Lillian is tending bar and has introduced us to the fabulous art of Catrin Welz-Stein.
You can see more of her work HERE
©️ Catrin Welz-Stein
The Journey
Come be my friend
Just for a while
Set sail with me
Just for a mile
Let’s see the world
Through different eyes
Discover truths
We thought were lies
Let’s trust our hearts
To know the way
To find the words
With which to pray
For fellowship
And peace and love
An olive branch
A snow white dove
Come be my friend
Just for awhile
Set sail with me
Just for a mile
2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 9
Write a “(blank) if (blank)” poem
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art gallery
the moon doesn’t mind if the stars shine too
it happily shares the sky
with comet tails and
milky way
with asteroids and
space junk
with psychedelic northern lights
together they create
a midnight masterpiece
waiting for discovery –
if we look up
Artistic Interpretations with Margaret
Margaret has shared some art exhibited at the NC County Fair in Asheville for our inspiration in the Garden
Waiting
I wait
for the footfall
that doesnt come
the gentle touch
that used to
calm my fears
I wait for the soft
tones of a voice filled
with love that is
now lost
I wait
alone
and yet
I hope
so I’ll wait on
Carpe Diem #1259 creating beauty
~
mud
twisted and fired
becomes art
It’s time for some humor in the Pub –
We’re writing Limericks
~
Oooops Sorry
A day out including some art
Had us feeling unusually smart
We tried not to touch
Or stoke or to touch
But the stacked glass cubes just fell apart
NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-seven – taste
Museums
The rules were clearly posted
No running
No eating
No touching
No, no, no ,no ……..
So we carefully, softly walked
From gallery to gallery pointing
From a distance – trying to
Read the details beside each work –
Squinting
Whispering our opinions
A Cassatt, a Pollock, an O’Keefe
Landscapes, Outsider art, abstract
Stalked by the docent in polyester pants
That swished when she walked
Next time we’re going to the chocolate
Museum where there are samples for tasting
FASHION ME YOUR WORDS TO ~ FOLD
“Your challenge today toads, is to Let your words dance with me in celebration. Forgetting all others, focus your gaze on The Fold and write using the form. You can write fiction fact or fantasy, staying true to the following guidelines:
1. 11 lines
2.The end phrase of Line one repeats at Lines 5 and 11
3.The rhyme of line 1 continues through in every other line
4. There must be a reference to nature and how it affect you the poet’
Quite a challenge Gillena has given us today
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A Cloudy Day
clouds drift by forming pictures in the sky
a horse, a dragon, a tall sailing ship
I watch them pass and dream that I
am floating along with them
no longer tied to earth, now just pictures in the sky
forming and reforming into fanciful shapes
a dog, a castle, a huge butterfly
the wind begins to howl and beak apart
this cloudy art and I must say goodbye
run back inside and from my window gaze
at a blank canvas, erased of all pictures in the sky
A Splash of Rust & Gold – Micro Poetry at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
Inspired by the poetry of John Pepper Clark
Rusty Art
Rusty leaves release
Their grasp
Twirling earthward on
Invisible air currents
To land in a jumbled mosaic
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