This is another drawing I recently found. I just colorized it today. Back before refrigeration and shipping from all over the world, people had to make their vegetables last all winter. By March there would be little choice left…
What does the image at the top have to do with the subject of the poem? A few months back I had a really strange dream. While trying to describe it to Sue Vincent, I decided to draw a quick picture. I later added it to the post (which you can see if you go to the post).
Thunder in my ear Torrent pulls all into void But then there is you Storm’s raging maelstrom paints grey Your bright rainbow shields me
This was written for Colleen’s weekly Poetry Challenge. This week she provided the wonderful photo at the top. What we wrote was up to us, though she suggested doing an Ekphrastic and to talk about the psychology of color. I chose to write a tanka.
Precise lines define A casual arrangement All relaxed yet snug Between exact and sloppy Sketch my day in shades of life
This was written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. This week she gave us two words, Loose and Tight, and asked us to include synonyms of those words. I chose to write a tanka today.
A little over a week ago I went through some sketch pads and found a few old drawings. If you remember, I used a pastel of Notre Dame for my poem last week. This drawing is from a class I took many years ago. I’ve been trying to find an excuse to use it, and now I have one :)
It is so solid, strong, that I feel it must last forever. Until disaster proves that nothing is forever. I feel so solid, strong, I feel I can last forever. Until…
Chalk dust Pastel sky Fragile
This was written for Collen’s weekly poetry challenge. This is the first Tuesday of the month, so it is poet’s choice. I chose a haibun with a senryu (or maybe a haiku) that I did in a 2-3-2 form.
I was digging through some old drawings and found this from May of 2001 – 20 years ago! I had just returned from Paris and used a photo I had taken of Notre Dame for this pastel drawing. The cherry trees were in bloom while we were there…
Look back Where I have gone History in footfalls My feet now in the sand Yearn to write more Future
This was written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. This week we are to use synonyms for the words Past and Present. Colleen also encouraged us to try using the form “Badger Hexastitch”, which is a six-line unrhymed poem with the syllabic form of 2-4-6-6-4-2.
The hills reflect you The wind is filled with your scent The birds call your name You may not be by my side But in nature, I find you
This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. This week’s challenge was to write an ekphrastic poem based on the watercolor that Colleen provided (top of page – Image by Barbara A Lane from Pixabay). I wrote a tanka for the challenge.
(Ekphrastic poetry explores art. It is poetry that gives the poet’s impression of a work of art. It can describe it, but it can also tell a story about the work or give the poet’s impression on seeing the visual artwork.)
A light in the void That dot is another world Complete on its own Infinite patterns of space Does it make me small or big?
This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. This week was poet’s choice. I decided to write tanka and use a photo I recently took of Jupiter and the four Galilean moons. The discovery of the moons, distant worlds all of their own having nothing to do with Earth, caused a panic in the minds of a world that thought humans were the reason for the Universe to exist.
Bare branches, half guessed, a darker black silhouetted against void, whisper amongst themselves in the northern breeze. A few last leaves flutter down. A flash of silver is quickly hidden, the magic light extinguished as rapidly as it had appeared. Looking up, I guess where the moon lies hidden behind the blanket of turmoil that is the sky. I wrap my jacket tighter around myself, but can’t stop the moist air from seeping in, hungerly stealing my warmth. The approaching dawn has been hijacked, the sun led astray, for the sky remains that slate grey.
White rim on last leaf Dull glow illuminates grey November dark clouds
This was written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. This week we used a theme, which was given by Sue Vincent in the form of a haiku (see below). I wrote a haibun with a haiku for the challenge.