The talented, generous, Hannah Gosselin of Metaphors and Smiles shared some photos with us for a prompt. Creative people tend to be expressive in many art forms. If you aren't keeping testing the waters, you might find another way to express your soul. Besides it is fun to keep pushing the boundaries. I'm late to this party, but decided better late than never. Here is my contribution. I chose Hannah's fiddlehead photo.
Copy Right © 2012 Hannah Gosselin
Furled Fists
by Hannah Gosselin
nature's throwing fits
in soft-fiddled-fists
felted origami
I love what she wrote, so beautiful!
Here is my take on the prompt~
Bathed
in cool
sunlight
lush
patches
patches
of green
velvet
swirl
sun bleached
mysteries hidden
inner musings
furl, hold and bend
papery murmurs surround
the amazed fronds
outlined dreams remain
in tender thoughts
I'm also suppose to be brave and leave my poem, for others to read! Tomorrow I will go get my favorite Iced Coffee and leave my note, somewhere creative! ;D
the first steps are timid
the journey of unfolding
her dress frilly n' lush
a shade of spring lime green
coated in filtered light
her beauty unfolds
a sacred dance of truth
we can't remain tight in the bud and live
one must extend and cross over into the whirlpool's wind
as freedom blurs
the edges of
you
The amazing Kenia challenged us on Wednesday to write a poem based on poet, Vera Pavlova.
Here is one of her poems:
Let us touch each other
while we still have hands,
palms, forearms, elbows . . .
Let us love each other for misery,
torture each other, torment,
disfigure, maim,
to remember better,
to part with less pain.
while we still have hands,
palms, forearms, elbows . . .
Let us love each other for misery,
torture each other, torment,
disfigure, maim,
to remember better,
to part with less pain.
~Vera Pavlova
CHALLENGE:
Today's challenge may sound a bit crazy but I hope you can still find it
enjoyable. I like the idea of poetry that moves, instead of sitting on
shelves inside books. What I ask of you is to write a poem to the
world. You can address it to mankind, or to a more specific subject:
your children, your parents, a neighbor that is kind toward you or
another one who's unpleasant; a workmate, a boyfriend/girlfriend you
lost touch with, a passerby, the woman who works in the shop around the
corner.
Kenia asked us to write a poem, like a letter to the world. I chose to write to Artists. I am not just talking people who actually paint, but all who create. You know who you are....
Maybe I could post this as my Poets United contribution?!
Maybe I could post this as my Poets United contribution?!
Dear Artist,
Sometime life is dark like compost and coffee grounds.
It can be bittersweet
I want you to embrace it all
Tear off your bandage
Take a blue breath of
the sea, the sky, and
twilight's kiss
be amazed like free floating butterflies
glimpse the arms of those you love
their fingerprints paint your soul
Listen to the watercolored rain
Time to face the page, the canvas, the empty promise
pale roses like lovely faces will bloom
it might take time, but do not quit.
Your spirit spins like rainbow light
time to plant the fragile sepia bulbs
dig deep
whispers of hope will grow
don't let the cold iron bars block their light
puddles of memories will collect like milky pearls
stitch them in your mind and wear their shine
grey mauve light tickles you
protect your voice, like a love song
don't let others poison your view
casting their opinion like river rocks
weighing your spirit down
wave to the trees and open your arms
to the soft spring air
fold the timeworn blanket
tuck it away
don't let the coldness chill you
free your soul's anchor
be open to the crumbling soil
its humble beginnings
scatter the packet of blooms
onto the black canvas
of dark earth and midnight sky
see the patterns shift
by the Morning glory and moonlight
Remember the briny shore
where the fractured sea glass
tumbled
carrying you into the now
dance n' twirl your fingers around the sunlight
wear it's translucent
ribbons on your hands
Remember the confetti each seasons brings
go outline your dreams with green chalk
remind everyone to
use their own compass
Watch for the notes the universe gives you
Be brave and follow me
there is work to be done!
Love you,
your Intuition
I'm also suppose to be brave and leave my poem, for others to read! Tomorrow I will go get my favorite Iced Coffee and leave my note, somewhere creative! ;D
Systematic Weasel is working on a publication, called Vagabonds. He is
looking for submissions...time is running out for the first issue, so be
sure to stop by!
Please check out this post:
http://systematicweasel.blogspot.com/p/vagabonds-creative-arts-and-literary.html
also here:
http://creativevagabonds.com/
Thank you Weasel for this opportunity ;D
Please check out this post:
http://systematicweasel.blogspot.com/p/vagabonds-creative-arts-and-literary.html
also here:
http://creativevagabonds.com/
Thank you Weasel for this opportunity ;D
Comments
I love what you did with the photo...especially love this segment:
"papery murmurs surround
the amazed fronds
outlined dreams remain
in tender thoughts
the first steps are timid
the journey of unfolding"
Such beauty and I love the metaphor to the budding artist within us!!
Your second poem is a painting in words indeed!! I really, really enjoyed every color and image that you so thoughtfully placed, Ella.Darkness compared to coffee grounds and compost...bittersweet...perfect!! So very beautiful! Smiles to you!
It is loud right now! I know by 11pm...I will have a bit of time to linger and enjoy what I read! Mornings and evenings work best for me. What about you?!