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Posted
The idea of this was spawned in another thread and as there was some appetite for giving it a try - well here it is. If anyone wants to post a poem here others can use it as inspiration for a painting - I will post a poem below to get things started.
I have also included the reverse (poetry from paintings) as some might fancy posting a painting and inviting contributors to write a verse inspired it.
Either way it has the potential for a bit of artistic fun - I just hope there are sufficient of us to take up the challenge.
Posted
Here's one I wrote in early 2017 to get things started. You can take the poem overall or even an individual stanza so there's plenty of scope.
DAYBREAK
It stands ajar, the old wood door,
where red brown rivulets that flow
from rusty nails and lock and hinges
leave their stains on sun bleached wood.
And there stands she in silhouette
and haloed by the candlelight,
the weavings of her twisted locks,
and scarf, and flowing silken gown.
The fallow tracts emerging now
as night time lifts its darkest veil.
Her eyes look out with vacant stare
abstracted in her world of dreams.
Tempered by the merging day
the view commanded now reveals
each blade and twig furred white with frost
as warm-hued shadows stretch and weave.
And cast there by the rising sun
the early rays which light the sky
bring slow divide from troubled dreams
which fade and melt with warmth of day.
Posted
Great poem Michael and lots that could be done with it... I will repost my more amateur attempt at poetry here as requested by Carol in the other thread.
In romantic thoughts
amongst idle fantasy
Neringa beckons
with her forbidden beauty
she's the lady of intrigue
inspiring greatly
a meloncholy angel
a devil divine
unraveling my hardness
turning me giddy and young
how is it a girl
can be bereft and lonesome
without a saviour
part of me rushes forwards
knowing I fall short of her
a woman needs to
stand behind a greater man
but so glorious
she is the measure and more
futility is fruitless
so two single souls
wander alone in the dark
feeling sympathy
for each others fading chance
hope dashed by lifes bitter blows
life simply painful
meaning joyful suffering
gain cannot be found
all around is born to die
yet my affection endures
eternal friendship
sending you love from afar
dwelling on your words
and rose tinted memories
of us simply holding hands
Posted
Just go with the flow then Michael, that's fine. Plenty to be getting on with :)
Thanks for posting your verse here, Daveyboyz.
As Sylvia is making a start with Michael, I'll start with Davey. Then Michael.
Sylvia, I hope things are going in the right direction with your husband, and life is a little less stressful for you both.
carol x
Posted
I don't usually write poetry or even read it, but I was inspired when my Ginger Tom died. It's more of the Pam Ayres variety.
It's called "Farewell Feline Friend".
Tiger, Tiger, my beautiful boy,
Why did you think, a mouse is a toy?
Mice now roam free and fear no more
The close embrace of your claw and jaw.
Tiger, Tiger, who I held so dear,
Is pussy heaven as good as here?
Who strokes you now, when you fret?
Who dries your paws, when you are wet?
Tiger, Tiger, who tread so light
No bird or chick escaped your sight.
They chirp for joy now they need not flee,
Since you lie there in your cemetery.
I've thought of drawing a cartoon of him lying in his coffin, but I'm sure Lewis could do it better.
There's a challenge for you all.
Linda Wilson
Posted
Strangely enough this very morning I've posted a poem on another site about irresponsible cat owners who allow their pets to roam at large causing so much unsocial havoc. I must say I was surprised at the support it's received. Anyway, that aside, I think we've got enough poetry to be getting on with and look forward to some inspired work over the coming months
Posted
Thanks Carol.
Neringa is a Lithuanian girls name also, and the girl in question was living here but moved back to Lithuania, her mum still lives here so she visits occasionally... today we will go to see the Modigliani exhibition if all goes to plan.
I liked the cat poem, and there was a painting in the gallery called Tiger, Tiger but it was merely coincidence and not a domestic cat.
Posted
I saw the Modigliani exhibition a few weeks ago. Just loved the sculptures which inspired to do a few simple monotypes and which, when I get a few moments, I'll photo and post in the gallery. As for the paintings I must say that after looking at the first dozen or so they get a bit of a muchness.
Posted
I was hoping to go and see that exhibition but work always seems to get in the way, such is life. Will look out for your post, Michael.
This is my response to Daveyboyz thought provoking, and romantic poem...we all have dreams :) I've had a go at the trompe-l'oeil effect with the postcard.
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by carol