Inspired by online poetry class with John Sibley Williams.
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Living flames of cypresses leap upward as evergreen branches swirl like burning driftwood.
Even Vincent’s baby blue skies curl with playful energy trying to escape lemon peel moon, which already took a bite from cotton candy cloud floating above wave of distant mesa’s high water.
Saffron grasses dance freely in summer breeze while eyes of wildflowers and juniper berries look on with a childlike joy.
Circle of life in world of death as fruit of tree links food chain. Survival served by stewardship, sustainability, not envy or greed. But blood be shed in streets if village values turn upside-down. Milked by politics, compromised, church not shocked to repentance.
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Melissa hosts dVerse poetics with ekphrastic poetry inspired by art of Marc Chagall. My poem based on his oil painting, “I and the Village”, 1911.
he comes from dutch reformed family, disappoints (emotionally distant, bereaved) parents; as both a preacher and painter, vincent ministers to peasants, potato eaters, and sowers; people of humble cottages.
follow him to france en plein aire; walk along avenue of poplars, past red vineyard and white orchard (smell the blossoming almonds) into wheatfields with haystacks, under dark shadows of cypresses, to the banks (and boats) of the seine.
admire the light of bedroom in yellow house or the cafe terrace, cobalt skies of starry nights, and dying beauty of golden sunflowers: feel angst of stark self-portraits (especially with bandaged ear); hear gunshot…black crows cawing.
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At dVerse MTB prompt, Bjorn Rudberg encourages us to make a list and write a poem. I made a list of some of Vincent Van Gogh’s (almost 900!) paintings and wrote a poem about the artist’s life.
remembering the daughter she never knew; today is another anniversary of the day she was removed… from her womb, from her life, but never from her mother’s heart.
asking questions like what color are her eyes? does she look like me? wishing she could hug her girl and ask for forgiveness; who knew? a mother died too.
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Linking to dVerse poets where Punam invites us to write ekphrastic poetry inspired by Indian artwork.
Sitting on the bay shore, the Golden Gate in view, enjoy an afternoon delight with bottle of bordeaux.
In nearby pool of ebb tide where sea foam kisses shore I hear a mermaid singing summer song of salty lore.
Her name is Desdemona, the wind rush plays her hair; then sudden as quicksilver, siren’s no longer there.
A swish of tail, a splash of scale, she dives back under brine… But when I tell my friends of Des, they say, “Lay off the wine!”
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Linking to dVerse, where Merril challenges us to use at least 5 names of roses in our poem. I used the following names of rose varieties:Afternoon Delight , Bordeaux , Desdemona , Ebb Tide , Golden Gate, Mermaid , Quicksilver , Sea Foam , Summer Song, Windrush
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