Showing posts with label poem inspired by artist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem inspired by artist. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 15, 2024

the woman in the garden

 

she sits inhaling the summer day

her lemon dress dappled in light

the children's laughter are light as clouds

while another woman's voice is playful sing-song

this scene looks like a perfect vacation scene

but it is not 


her hands are knotted in prayer

a mother's prayer

her head filled with the pain & turmoil of her son's life

his pain is her pain

she prays for the stillness of doves

and fullness of lion's courage to do what is

right and just


she sinks into the white and green space

this garden is a healing salve

peering over the vase of aster blooms

she feels a deep peace settling

on her lap

soft as a yellow butterfly




Le Pho (1907-2001), Women and Children in the Garden (c. 1970), oil on canvas


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Le Pho, hosted by Melissa Lemay.  Thank you for the visits and comments.

Tuesday, April 2, 2024

Other Worldly

 


we are floating in dust & gas

we catch burst of light

as well as the tail blue-violet of darkness 


                                                                         there is an awakening 


we are shapeless yet shaped

by forces unseen, more powerful than ocean's

turbulent waves & scorching as

volcanic eruptions


                                                                         a daffodil blooms 


a nursery of beginnings of space &    

matter.  over time, where do we cast 

ourselves listening to the waves 

of energy & light  


                                                                        budding leaves of tulips rises


around us, clusters of stars & dark matter

colliding, collapsing, pulling & pushing as if

following the blue print of Master Hands


                                                                       digging the soil, soft as rain


the black hole divides

us,  the sun completes our divinity

though we are mere specks, wrapped

in the continuum of light


                                                                          a season of firsts, spring




 Photo by John McKaveney: The Orion Nebula. “This is an active star forming region about 1400 light years away, of condensing gas and dust, illuminated by newly forming stars. Our solar system formed in a region much like this about 5 billion years ago. The photons that were observed when this picture was taken, left the nebula in 624 AD.  At that time, Mohamed had just won the Battle of Badr, in Saudi Arabia, the classical period in Europe was ending and the middle ages beginning, the Mayas were just beginning to build their largest pyramids, and Europeans had not yet set foot in North America.  Throughout this entire time, those photons of light were traveling through space to be captured to form this photograph, where their journey finally ended.”


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Stepping Out of this World, hosted by Lillian.  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm.  Thanks for the visits and comments.

Thursday, March 28, 2024

coaxing spring season


my mom forgets her thoughts, butterflies in flight

but not her prayers.  her rosary beads are bright as sunlight


where do you find yourself at end of the day

are you cradling a lady bug?  or do you stare at the moonlight ?


the shadows have their seasons too.*  filled with dead poets.

yellowing regretful sighs.   time to change curtains to spring light


i will etch the walls with songs.  with color.  with feathers.

because inside me, is cardinal, awaiting spring. with sky light


the white wall.  the blank page.  you stitch the emptiness

into fullness.  you are embroideried canvas & edged with light


*Line:  The Shadows have their seasons, too"  from John Updike, Penumbrae


Posted for dVerse Poets pub - OpenLinkNight - Hosted by Sanaa Rizvi.  Thanks for your visits and comments.  Poetry form:  ghazal.



Tuesday, March 19, 2024

cold & lost in the song

 

What was that I see

Over the bridge

Not two lovers walking in dance-steps

Not line of cars threading slowly

Away from the green lamp posts 

To where the lake swallows 

                                               you    


It is bleak darkness

As if the sun is lost behind trees

As if all the colors got sucked out

And wounded tightly in hard fist 

Or is it I who is 

                                               lost                                                            


A bird 

with wings heavy as pewter 

with no driving instinct to return 

To where "home" is

That is nowhere between

                                               me   


and the goddess with lion's mane 

Magnificent but so pale                                 

As ghost, listless and weary as 

                                               i


Where is the zest for life?

What secrets did we keep that broke our peace?

Our yesterdays changed us

All the energy is spent

                                               lost    


And though there is this undeniable longing

inside my chest

To return to the familiar womb

To gather all the light once more

and embrace your laughter


i am content with the cold

absence of

                                               you            



René Magritte, Homesickness (1940), oil on canvas.


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub:   Everything We See, hosted by Melissa Lemay.  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm for the ekprastic challenge.  Thanks for your visits and comments.

Tuesday, February 27, 2024

the hands of the artist



the middle finger of my right

hand

   grows a tree


white tap roots skitter

down

   interweaving with my veins


branches protude 

fingerlings swimming upward-

   against gravity


northbound -

    this is homeward drive

where mollusks are plenty    


my body is listening

   leap

capture the raging

   tides swelling within-   


this warm clay

coarsely molds friction & fire

   with flights of fancy


to sculpture -

wings are not required 

   the fruiting is art

   


Artist Credit:   Anastassia Zamaraeva


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub -  Poetics - 2024 Poets Leaping hosted by Lisa Fox.  Thanks for your comments and visits.

   


Tuesday, May 23, 2023

the ArC

 

the spring weather is a contradiction

of hazy sun with a dirty glass sky

smeary, smoggy, soggy but also sparkly

just like myself when I pass by a mirror wall

what you see is blurry & opaque outline

what you don't see is the toil & tedious work

welding myself with heat, friction and iron

when there is no preset or map to follow

there is no certainty that I will be a whole canvas

or even a completed chapter of a novel

but I am making small steps to overcome my addictions

my doubts and yes my contradictions


Note:  poem inspired by Thorvald Hellesen





“Portrait of Mary Alice Eckbo” painted in 1914



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - An Artist Gets His Due - hosted by Lillian.  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Thank you!

 

 

Tuesday, September 22, 2020

Keeper of secrets

 

the days blur in sulfur  

time is raging sky of crimson & smoke

and come nights

your eyes are teacups of insomnia 


the intensity of your secrets eat you

your dreadful premonitions wither you

as if all your life events

are open book somersaulting in street corner


bring the watcher

he is a guardian riding on swallow's wings

he hands over the

key of the moon to


you

& you 

are hallowed in silence, 

made of candlelight

& cosmic heartbeats


catching feverish dream of cathedrals afloat in the universe





Posted for dVerse Poetics:   Let Your Words Be Your Paintbrush, hosted by Lillian.  We are writing about the work of artist C. Welz-Stein.  Join us when the pub door opens at 3pm.  Thank you.