I have two huge camellia bushes in my backyard, each about sixteen feet high. They bloom all winter, covered with hundreds of flowers from December through May. Their beautiful color against the stark winter grays and muted browns are a welcomed sight every day. I'm sure there is a good analogy here about plants, people and life? that if planted in the perfect location we will thrive.
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Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Wednesday, 16 May 2007
Fallen Flower
I have two huge camellia bushes in my backyard, each about sixteen feet high. They bloom all winter, covered with hundreds of flowers from December through May. Their beautiful color against the stark winter grays and muted browns are a welcomed sight every day. I'm sure there is a good analogy here about plants, people and life? that if planted in the perfect location we will thrive.
Labels:
Artist,
Camellia,
Flower,
Oil Painting,
Original painting,
Painting,
Poem,
Poetry,
Winter
Tuesday, 15 May 2007
Little Flower
Little flower I see you among the thorns
In a landscape so large and barren
I see your petals blush with delight
To be caught in the gaze of another’s sight
Your smiles inviting please come in
To my barren landscape where I grow
Tell me about life in other places
Of brooks and hollows where I might go
And feel the gaze of another’s sight
To see my beauty’s form and color
For that beauty I could not see
Until you gazed down on me
Before our meeting in the landscape barren
So large and empty was my view
My petals blush with delight
As I bask in your sight
Beautiful flower I admire your beauty
So fresh and colorful is your view
You make the sunrise
Just to shine down on you
It shines with more brilliance at your sight
Radiant colors I never knew
In this landscape large and barren
So big and empty until I saw you.
In a landscape so large and barren
I see your petals blush with delight
To be caught in the gaze of another’s sight
Your smiles inviting please come in
To my barren landscape where I grow
Tell me about life in other places
Of brooks and hollows where I might go
And feel the gaze of another’s sight
To see my beauty’s form and color
For that beauty I could not see
Until you gazed down on me
Before our meeting in the landscape barren
So large and empty was my view
My petals blush with delight
As I bask in your sight
Beautiful flower I admire your beauty
So fresh and colorful is your view
You make the sunrise
Just to shine down on you
It shines with more brilliance at your sight
Radiant colors I never knew
In this landscape large and barren
So big and empty until I saw you.
Labels:
Art Gallery,
Artist,
Artist's Studio,
Beauty,
Discovery,
Finding,
Flower,
Landscape,
Love,
Love at first sight,
Metaphor,
Poem,
Poetry,
Searching
Monday, 30 April 2007
My Villa
Please come to my villa Nelly
we can drink and dance
I promise I won’t tell
We can laugh and play
you can even bring your cat Lance
please come to my villa Nelly
We can climb all day
and do more, I pray
I promise I won’t tell
We can write and paint
maybe all day; whatever you say
please come to my villa Nelly
You can go to the market
and buy to your hearts content
I promise I won’t tell
I hope you read
the last letter I sent
please come to my villa Nelly
I promise I won’t tell.
Written in response to Poetry Thursday's weekly challenge (April 26th): Write a Villanelle. Yes I too had to Google villanelle to find out exactly what the poetic form was!
we can drink and dance
I promise I won’t tell
We can laugh and play
you can even bring your cat Lance
please come to my villa Nelly
We can climb all day
and do more, I pray
I promise I won’t tell
We can write and paint
maybe all day; whatever you say
please come to my villa Nelly
You can go to the market
and buy to your hearts content
I promise I won’t tell
I hope you read
the last letter I sent
please come to my villa Nelly
I promise I won’t tell.
Written in response to Poetry Thursday's weekly challenge (April 26th): Write a Villanelle. Yes I too had to Google villanelle to find out exactly what the poetic form was!
Labels:
a promise,
cat,
Dance,
Falling in love,
Nelly. Painting,
Poem,
Poetry,
poetry thursday,
Villanelle,
Writing
Saturday, 28 April 2007
The Local Bar
I visited the local bar last night
The lady I sat next to wanted to talk
I felt sorry for her, so I thought why not
She told me all about her life
She told me about her daughter moving away
She told me about her husband living in LA
She told me she lives here in Boston
She sounded lonely, cut off and apart
The daughter had moved away to marry
She would be moving soon, to be closer
To her daughter, the one that moved away
The one that she loves, and misses so much
Her masterpiece, the jewel in her crown
After we had talked a while I tried to eat dinner
The bar was very busy, a big convention was in town
Three bartenders, two girls and a guy
Were overloaded with requests
For food and drinks and service with a smile
“I need some more water”
“I’ll take a beer”
“I’d like a glass of wine”
“Can I see a menu”
“Where is my food”
“Please pass the ketchup”
They moved with grace and good speed
With fluid motions learned over time
It was like watching Swan Lake, or even Giselle
They moved with such motions, it seemed like a dance
They didn’t have to think which way to go
Their bodies knew where everything was
The glasses up above
The wine bottles below
They knew how to uncork
While telling a joke and giving a nod
“I’ll be with you in one minute”
A quick “Hello” or “Goodnight”
The conventioneers continued to pile in
All the aisles were packed
No one could move
They all wanted service, no one could wait
"We are famished and thirsty"
"What’s taking so long"
"Please hurry up"
"I’ll take my check"
"Where is my food"
"Where is the menu"
"Where can I take a leak"
The convention piled in
Swan Lake continued without taking a pause
At the end of the night, they were exhausted
From seeing hundreds of different faces
It all became a blur
Of being a friend and companion
To all in their sight
A smile where needed
A laugh when required
Trying their best to do the right thing
I hope they are actors in training
They put on a great show
On this different stage
They deserved an ovation
But I don’t think it came
Drinks make people hazy
They do not see Swan Lake, or even Giselle
They only see their glass empty
And they want desert
So I send this bravo
For watching the show.
Friday, 27 April 2007
A Fragile Moment
For a fragile moment
I was caught in your Golden Web
As you moved closer
My heart Increased Its beat
I started breathing deeply
In this trance we meet
Your teeth showed their brilliance
Your lips were fresh and sweet
Your hair framed a picture
That had beauty beyond my reach
To hear your voice and laughter
Full of grace and persuasion
Your words had excitement
They refresh my look on life
In that time slowed moment
I tried to take you in
To remember you for always
To let destiny take its place.
Labels:
Captivated,
Crush,
Enchanted,
Falling in love,
Infatuation,
Love,
Passion,
Poem,
Poetry,
Worship
Broken Wings
Vaguely sinister imagery
White towers in empty rooms
Wondering who will call
The informed and raucous rabble
Black ties and golden gowns
Paint by numbers, who will win
Decades of ignorance, hours of light
Expressions off the past
Deformed faces recorded as they appear
A new vision about to unfold
Another reality about to expose
Casting their mold
Deciding which way to go
Precision and detail with uncanny care
Appears gradually from nothing
Neglecting the waste, as God closely watches
A new work is brought to life
They sterilize and wash with endless debate
Whether it has singularity or form
Poetic composition not based on the norm
Rhythms to answers of remarkable style
Facial features reveal all they know
Articles cover the landscape
Explains what it means
A redefinition of history
Merely suggesting greatness
Rigorous interpretation expands the boundaries
Including the unknown
Attempts to convey aesthetic traditions
Impulses neutralized about the times
Profoundly inspired, breaking down culture
With typical strategy of unknown attire
A brief definition of a theory gone askew
A puzzle of originality
A calibration of our time
A fascination with conception
An engagement with attire
Anticipating the path of a culture laid bare
Cast-iron will force recognition
Preliminary impressions of style and technique
Compelling color infused with symbols
Visual glory raised to a new height
Harsh evaluations of a destiny gone wrong
Applied with rage and method apart
Eliminating the non essentials
Introducing clarity intangible to the unlearned
Despite instability, the integrity shows through
Distortions rest comfortably
Horizons projected to change the course
Belief is made known
Experience exposed
Obscurity made observable
Powerful proclamations of felt emotions
Suggesting unconventional composition
Fragmentation of form and color
Arbitrary appearance of scandalized acts
The music intensifies the abstract design
Logic preserved, tradition gone wrong
Fragmenting into sections
Of impenetrable belief
A love of the merging figures
A background of defiance
A quirky shift, a muted song
Personal visions pushed to the limit
Declaring their value, fragmenting the times
Society sacrificed, humans reborn
Distorted identity heighten anxiety
Human anatomy loses its way
Freed from instructions
Alienation reborn
Sadness specified, but not easily understood
Symbolized essence of texture and shape
Acute awareness of postmodern divide
Meaningless ridicule, bankrupt minds
Prefabrication of everyday desire
Originality gone functional
A new title at risk
Balancing the forces
Blurring the edges
Of a vision fulfilled.
White towers in empty rooms
Wondering who will call
The informed and raucous rabble
Black ties and golden gowns
Paint by numbers, who will win
Decades of ignorance, hours of light
Expressions off the past
Deformed faces recorded as they appear
A new vision about to unfold
Another reality about to expose
Casting their mold
Deciding which way to go
Precision and detail with uncanny care
Appears gradually from nothing
Neglecting the waste, as God closely watches
A new work is brought to life
They sterilize and wash with endless debate
Whether it has singularity or form
Poetic composition not based on the norm
Rhythms to answers of remarkable style
Facial features reveal all they know
Articles cover the landscape
Explains what it means
A redefinition of history
Merely suggesting greatness
Rigorous interpretation expands the boundaries
Including the unknown
Attempts to convey aesthetic traditions
Impulses neutralized about the times
Profoundly inspired, breaking down culture
With typical strategy of unknown attire
A brief definition of a theory gone askew
A puzzle of originality
A calibration of our time
A fascination with conception
An engagement with attire
Anticipating the path of a culture laid bare
Cast-iron will force recognition
Preliminary impressions of style and technique
Compelling color infused with symbols
Visual glory raised to a new height
Harsh evaluations of a destiny gone wrong
Applied with rage and method apart
Eliminating the non essentials
Introducing clarity intangible to the unlearned
Despite instability, the integrity shows through
Distortions rest comfortably
Horizons projected to change the course
Belief is made known
Experience exposed
Obscurity made observable
Powerful proclamations of felt emotions
Suggesting unconventional composition
Fragmentation of form and color
Arbitrary appearance of scandalized acts
The music intensifies the abstract design
Logic preserved, tradition gone wrong
Fragmenting into sections
Of impenetrable belief
A love of the merging figures
A background of defiance
A quirky shift, a muted song
Personal visions pushed to the limit
Declaring their value, fragmenting the times
Society sacrificed, humans reborn
Distorted identity heighten anxiety
Human anatomy loses its way
Freed from instructions
Alienation reborn
Sadness specified, but not easily understood
Symbolized essence of texture and shape
Acute awareness of postmodern divide
Meaningless ridicule, bankrupt minds
Prefabrication of everyday desire
Originality gone functional
A new title at risk
Balancing the forces
Blurring the edges
Of a vision fulfilled.
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