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Wednesday, April 6, 2016
Day 6
For today’s prompt, write an ekphrastic poem. An ekphrastic poem is a poem inspired by art. You can pick your own favorite piece of art if you wish. Or you can use one of the examples [provided in Robert Lee Brewer's original post.]
Unfinished for decades, a women in jeans sits in a chair naturally with a black cat on the sill nearby. Behind her through big windows are the city and the sea, with a path to each. On her right a guitar in a stand, on her left a table full of writings. She sits in the chair faceless, eyes cast down uncertain, even as the painter is not certain how this will play out, what happens next.
To view with the painting: http://mistryels.blogspot.com/2016/04/april-2016-poem-day-6-painting-life.html
I could see the painting in my mind. I could picture the girl and her windows and her guitar and her writings. Perhaps she will write a poem next in her painted life...good job!!
Salvador Dali's last supper looks like a space ship entering the clouds From inside the space ship Jesus sits at the controls he guides the ship all through the universe spreading peace and joy When he was a boy he performed miracles He grew to be a man I want to hold his hand while he suffers on the cross I feel like he is my own son hanging there bloody, and I cry...
I am going to have to search that one out and take a look. The poem makes me really curious about it! I like how you bring it into the real world of caring.
It's like this gawky boy is transformed by picking up the bo stick. Going to have to google that one too. "Air shivers with martial arts power." Gotta get some of that stuff!
We know they are holy: golden halo encircles this tableau. Baby – naked save for a piece of cloth, not clothing, not blanket, just something red perhaps code portending blood sacrifice. Mother’s Mona Lisa smile evades our speculation about her thoughts, her dreams. The child is large, chubby, probably a toddler in today’s parlance. He seems firmly attached to her exposed breast, eyes searching her face. Viewers genuflect, cross themselves as they gaze.
On a bench in the gallery a young mother sits, holds her infant close. As she shifts him to the other side, museum guards converge. Breastfeeding is not allowed here!
wow! the reality brought in at the end shows the hypocrisy of what we accept in a painting done in ancient times verses what the public will accept in today's world.
Painting a life
ReplyDeleteUnfinished for decades,
a women in jeans sits in a chair
naturally with a black cat on the sill nearby.
Behind her through big windows are
the city and the sea, with a path to each.
On her right a guitar in a stand,
on her left a table full of writings.
She sits in the chair
faceless, eyes cast down
uncertain, even as the painter is not certain
how this will play out, what happens next.
To view with the painting: http://mistryels.blogspot.com/2016/04/april-2016-poem-day-6-painting-life.html
Wow! First to post today. Now THIS is ekphrastic poetry, using your OWN painting. And the poem stands on its own too.
DeleteI could see the painting in my mind. I could picture the girl and her windows and her guitar and her writings. Perhaps she will write a poem next in her painted life...good job!!
Deletehow can i even try this after reading this one! all I can say is totally awesome
Deletepale face,
ReplyDeletefleeing.
creation sobs
pale face echos.
kaleidoscopic world
spiraling towards the void.
( based off the scream)
I can picture the image in your words.
DeleteLove the painting and the poem! Speaks right to the painting.
Deleteyou nailed it!
DeleteSalvador Dali's
ReplyDeletelast supper
looks like a space ship
entering the clouds
From inside the space ship
Jesus sits at the controls
he guides the ship all through
the universe
spreading peace and joy
When he was a boy
he performed miracles
He grew to be a man
I want to hold his hand
while he suffers on the cross
I feel like he is my own son
hanging there bloody, and I cry...
You're right! It DOES look like a space ship. I never noticed that before!!
DeleteI am going to have to search that one out and take a look. The poem makes me really curious about it! I like how you bring it into the real world of caring.
DeleteI agree you did bring it into the real world and it was easy to visualize even without seeing the picture
DeleteI did as I threatened on FB, I wrote a poem inspired by martial arts. LOL.
ReplyDeleteWatching William Perform His Bo Staff Form
Gawky nerd, a bit pudgy, he bounds
through life laughing looks like he would trip
over his feet should he attempt dance.
But when William takes up his bo staff
grace pours out of him. His arms extend,
work the staff, the moves, reach for the stars.
His bo staff spins, blocks, strikes, whips, whizzes
so fast my camera can’t catch it
Air shivers with martial arts power.
It's like this gawky boy is transformed by picking up the bo stick. Going to have to google that one too. "Air shivers with martial arts power." Gotta get some of that stuff!
DeleteI felt as if I were there watching the transformation and it was awesome! as is the poem.
DeleteEarnest faces
ReplyDeletelimned with painted light
crowning scenes that hunker into shadows.
Rembrandt
master of light and shadow
inspires this memory of the Hermitage.
A room of Rembrandts
illuminate this Russian museum
hypnotizing me with their ageless excellence.
Rembrandt faces do seem to glow! Inner light painted on somehow always surrounded by shadow. "limned" & "hunker" great word choices!
DeleteYes, loved "limned". Which picture was this?
DeleteAll of them! I was in the Russian museum in room with 6 Rembrandts and I was enchanted. I'll never forget it.
Deletewow! this is beautifully written and easy to visualize
DeleteOK, here's my ekphrastic poem.
ReplyDeleteMadonna, with Child
We know they are holy:
golden halo encircles this tableau.
Baby – naked save for a piece
of cloth, not clothing,
not blanket, just something red
perhaps code portending
blood sacrifice.
Mother’s Mona Lisa smile
evades our speculation
about her thoughts, her dreams.
The child is large, chubby,
probably a toddler
in today’s parlance.
He seems firmly attached
to her exposed breast,
eyes searching her face.
Viewers genuflect, cross
themselves as they gaze.
On a bench in the gallery
a young mother sits,
holds her infant close.
As she shifts him to the other
side, museum guards converge.
Breastfeeding is not allowed here!
©Priscilla Anne Tennant Herrington
wow! the reality brought in at the end shows the hypocrisy of what we accept in a painting done in ancient times verses what the public will accept in today's world.
DeleteYou wonder what she thinks
ReplyDeletesad contemplative look on her face
are her hopes in the jar from which she drinks?
soft and lovely full of grace
sadly lost in her lonely world
what dreams does she chase?
Did her life become unfurled
as the space around her shrinks
hair softly around her face curled
are her hopes in the jar from which she drinks?
you wonder what she thinks.
http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd110/paintings4u/Paintings%20collection/MilkmaidRaviVarmaspaintings.jpg