APRIL-16

SILENT FILMS, SPRING & GOD

(Two Tankas) 

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Pictures in motion

Grand silence in monochrome

A fountain of joy

Year round spring for music-men

Cuckoo, cardinals in hearts

While divas twinkled

Charlie showered wits and mirth

Mood setter tinting

All religiously loved work

Blooming made each day holy

Posted for Kerry’s prompt Silent Movies @ Real Toads

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Mary’s prompt Bees, Birds and Bunnies @ Poetry Jam

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Susan’s Mid Week Motif ~ Holy Day @ Poets United

 

APRIL-15

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Pages crinkled in the old book

I sat with it with searching eyes

Yellow-whisper in musty tone

Filled the room with long sighs

Each word a casement opened wide

Let in the antique world as tide

Spoke in the language of bluebells

 Soul was eager in Nature’s tales

Her voice trembled eyes mist covered

She held two birds in her two hands

I hadn’t seen such birds in life

What birds are they? Of which lands?

The sad lips twitched and softly spoke

“My dodos are they whom you broke

Garefowls, Quaggas unending list

You killed all, my defenseless beast

I am Gaia mother of all

Please have mercy on my children

Aggression is bad you know well

Let them play in sun and rain

My skin is scorched my breath’s failing

My heart’s wounded I am ailing

I ask you have you seen my looks?

I don’t want all to live in books”

Letters they became as before

Cuckoo’s song delighted my ears

The leaves in breeze-dance, blooms flashing smile

Were enough to wipe tears

They all echoed Mother Earth’s voice

They left me with no other choice

But to write this tale of the Earth

Whom we know too well from our birth

Posted for Kay’s Challenge For April 15 Na Po WriMo @ Real Toads

 

APRIL-14

                                                        The King of Cats, 1935, Balthus
               
                                                                    (self-portrait)

The brush was his vehicle

To take him

To the mysterious world

Of Color and canvas

And place him there

Forever                                  

He hadn’t forgotten

To take with him

That voyeur feline

They will stare

For centuries

And enjoy visits

To them

Be aware

Posted for Magpie Tales : Mag 215

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Shared with Open Link Monday @ Real Toads

   

APRIL-13

                                           The Potato Eaters by Vincent Van Gogh

Spirit is breathless

Scanning and following rhythm

Plunge into free verse

Perspectives and lines

Grammatical art and craft

Potato Eaters* smile

Classic notes rule well

No strumming, drumming, humming

Add words and bring joy

Black calendar dates

To tie us up with routine

Sunday is red…YAY

*: 'Let them prattle on about technique as much as they like in their pharisaic, hollow, hypocritical terms--true painters are guided by the consciousness known as sentiment. Their souls, their minds are not there for the brush, the brush is there for their minds'………this was Vincent Van Gogh’s reaction to the critics who failed to appreciate Van Gogh’s sincerity to portray peasants” at their most purest and most primitive living in harmony with their unspoiled natural environment”.

Posted for Grace’s prompt @ Real Toads “Sunday Mini-challenge: Routines, smeared by orange juice”

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Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

  

APRIL-12

                                          image posted by M. Bednar

What is your name?

Green Flame

Oh are you fire?

No, desire

What is then your demand?

 The polka dot sky and the Land

And pray tell me why?

I want to grow

Till I die        

Posted for Margaret’s prompt A Child’s Voice @ Real Toads

 

APRIL-11

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Wisteria vines

Stand for immortality

With poison in pods

Political men

Promise a garden of rose

And thorns intended

Young couples get spliced

Beneath the lavender-glow

Best wishes for them

Posted for Hannah’s prompt @ Real Toads

   

APRIL-10

LEDA AND THE SWAN*

                                        

Leda And The Swan, by Odilon Redon

The white swan with its huge wings beating hard

White lilied Leda couldn’t escape that glance

The painter saw and Yeats and the blind Bard

Leda fought, bled and went into a trance

Omnipotent Zeus looked upon the Earth

Lilies shuddered and waited for the doom

While Leda laid eggs and saw that strange birth

The Earth counted days for that huge Mushroom

Shadows roam about the necropolis

 Whistling of heavy sighs still could be heard

Unnatural children grace mothers’ wombs

There are still takers for poisoned chalice

In the sky one can still spot that huge bird

In the same world lilies dream of their tombs

*Leda and the Swan is a story and subject in art from Greek mythology in which the god Zeus, in the form of a swan, seduces, or rapes, Leda. According to later Greek mythology, Leda bore Helen and Polydeuces, children of Zeus, while at the same time bearing Castor and Clytemnestra, children of her husband Tyndareus, the King of Sparta. In the W.B. Yeats version, it is subtly suggested that Clytemnestra, although being the daughter of Tyndareus, has somehow been traumatized by what the swan has done to her mother (see below). According to many versions of the story, Zeus took the form of a swan and raped or seduced Leda on the same night she slept with her husband King Tyndareus. In some versions, she laid two eggs from which the children hatched.^[1] In other versions, Helen is a daughter of Nemesis, the goddess who personified the disaster that awaited those suffering from the pride of Hubris.

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Posted for hedgewitch’s prompt The Art Of Odilon Redon @ Real Toads