Friday, 9 May 2014




            A NAIVE PAINTER
                                painting of seraphine louis
The flowers
Who ought to speak
In hue, honey and scent
Have become mute
The bouquet-life
Is so tied up
Cut off from roots
The beauty
Withers fast
The release is
In unsung end


Posted for Fireblossom’s Friday : Seraphine Louis @ Real Toads
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19 comments:

  1. Fireblossom9 May 2014 at 04:58

    Thanks so much for writing to my prompt and for your take on Seraphine Louis's art!

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  2. cosmos cami9 May 2014 at 05:57

    Great take on this.
    It's so subtle but that rope caught my attention as well.

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  3. Sherry Blue Sky9 May 2014 at 07:34

    This is a wonderful response to the prompt......the "unsung end" - that sums up Seraphine's sad life.

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  4. Susan9 May 2014 at 07:45

    Wow--I din't catch that sense of binding and boundary in her work, but now that your poem gave me the eyes, I see that she embedded protest as well as love. Even in the video I put with mine, the frame cramps the spirit. Thank you so much.

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  5. Susie Clevenger9 May 2014 at 09:39

    Unsung end...yes, it speaks of the artist so well. Beautiful poem

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  6. Anonymous9 May 2014 at 11:45

    This made me feel sad that even though the flowers are beautiful, they are in fact dead... Lovely piece!

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  7. Wendy Bourke9 May 2014 at 13:14

    Delicate and nuanced - tinged with sadness. Lovely.

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  8. rallentanda9 May 2014 at 23:09

    .When you observe the quality of the choir who is doing the singing of recognition and praise. It is of no real value. Her unsung end is of little importance. Her legacy is.
    Enjoyed your poem Sumana Thank you for bringing this artist to my attention..

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  9. Gail10 May 2014 at 04:55

    Beautiful

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  10. Kerry O'Connor10 May 2014 at 05:04

    The bouquet-life
    Is so tied up
    Cut off from roots..
    This is an excellent metaphor, so apt for the theme of your poem.

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  11. Amrit Sinha10 May 2014 at 05:14

    So true ..

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  12. Anonymous10 May 2014 at 06:20

    Lovely poem, Sumana. Thanks. k.

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  13. Scarlet10 May 2014 at 10:00

    I admire the muted flowers beauty ~ Thanks for sharing ~

    Grace

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  14. Mary10 May 2014 at 13:39

    Sumana, it is very sad when the flowers become mute....signals the end times or winter ahead!

    Thanks for being such a presence in my blog, for your always thoughtful comments. I appreciate this very much!

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  15. Hannah10 May 2014 at 15:45

    I love the voice you've given this work...beautiful indeed!

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  16. Gail10 May 2014 at 16:12

    I believe we all loved this prompt. I just wanted to say thanks for stopping by to visit.

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  17. Margaret10 May 2014 at 22:36

    "unsung end us right on and the mood perfect.

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  18. Anonymous11 May 2014 at 18:10

    Ah...sometimes, I am torn between picking the flowers and letting them wilt in their plants.

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  19. Anonymous12 May 2014 at 22:45

    that close - perfect ~

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