Grace offered us a prompt that for some reason I thought would be easy. I had started a poem yesterday, but left it to ripen, while I went to a band competition. My daughter's band won Best Guard and they received second place in their division. It was tough-a lot of unique performances. One band actually performs to the movie/musical, Fiddler on the Roof. They lugged fences and twirled flags n' brooms. It was crazy good! Another band did a 3D performance, which was insane. There was even a Clone performance, and Welcome to the Jungle. My daughter's show is called Full Circle. It depicts the struggles we all have in our life, to bring our hopes and dreams to fruition. It is about perseverance, determination and a never say die attitude. We must make the internal effort to face these battles, before we can take our first step on our journey. The journey to ourselves and our victory!
This poem depicts my battle. Art sometimes can be a battle, when facing the page funneling one's thoughts, for me is like breathing. If I can't be creative- I am suffocating. Now, I am not just talking paint and sketching. I mean art in any form: writing, photography, mixed media, sewing, cooking, and more.
This poem depicts my battle. Art sometimes can be a battle, when facing the page funneling one's thoughts, for me is like breathing. If I can't be creative- I am suffocating. Now, I am not just talking paint and sketching. I mean art in any form: writing, photography, mixed media, sewing, cooking, and more.
JOURNEY
I hold a clumsy
thick pencil
pencil
sketches limbs and faces
faces of
fourth grade
grade when
art class was born
born whispers of Mrs. Johnson's fruit bowl
bowl of
winnings stamped with blue
blue pride sways
like an apple on a tree
tree grows
up awkward limbs dangled
dangled
dreams found in planes, angles and fractions
fractions
paint light onto new windows
windows brighten
like peeling an orange
orange oil later sparks
bitterness
bitterness
bleeds n' scratches cherry ballooned dream
dream
haunted by clunks of ice
ice memories
on a late Sunday afternoon
afternoon
when parents' curtains change
change... dark drapes are hung
hung fate in
clown faces
faces that
no longer smile
flourished
loops sprout a soul garden
garden planted
in emerald pages
pages folded-stars winking at you
you see buds
open gently
gently you
pick splashes of red and orange
orange
begonias that grow best in shade
shade
reminds you of favorite childhood tree
tree umbrella of red Maple draping over you
you stand tall watching for night curtain to fall
fall into mind's horizon and reseed
reseed your earth's blanket
blanket your day with gray mattered hope
© Ellen Wilson
Over in the Garden Grace prompted us to explore Loop poetry. This form was created by Hellon. I selected the form without rhyme. Grace offered us a few variations. I find this form intriguing and hope to try another one. It also aligned with my daughter and her band's performance last night, yes, a Full Circle.
Grace shared this with us:
Comments
Your father sure sent mixed signal.
Congratulations again to your daughter!
And Welcome to the Jungle - I assume they weren't performing to Guns 'n' Roses?
You did a great job with the poem, you really did.
K
PS—In the 1980s, my grandparents, my parents and I all told my youngest brother we'd make sure he received an education which would allow him to make a living as an artist, provided he did his part by studying. He has been, I think, quite successful, being hired into the animation industry before he even finished his last college courses.
Yes, he did-it made me doubt I had any ability at all, until I took pottery and the teacher stole all my stuff. My friend went to her house and found all my creations. I was told they were broken in the kiln~ Some teacher that was! Thank you Alex~
Kay-Wow Kay! This is wonderful n' inspiring~ I wished I had submitted art ten years ago, when my muse started nagging me. I was going to recalculate my path, when my father died suddenly during college. My mom became ill and I didn't. I would have moved hours away and didn't want to leave my little brother. So, the time wasn't right-I guess. Thank you so much! @>--------
But you had a teacher steal your creations, amazing. Although, I once had a boss steal all the credit for my work - it was devastating, because our boss saw me as an idiot.
Sounds like an awesome night with creative musicians - does all the attention to Glee inspire that? When I was in school it was marching music and maybe a Christmas concert with carols. Nowadays - such talent!
Congratulations to your daughter.
This is my favorite part:
"shade reminds you of favorite childhood tree
tree umbrella of red Maple draping over you
you stand tall watching for night curtain to fall"
Thanks for participating in Sunday's challenge ~ Wishing you happy week ahead ~
as for your poem, i'm fairly blown away, it is wonderful. well done! i found this form very hard, bordering on excruciating, as it seems to beg us to write doggerel. (in my view) it was very, very hard. but you have written a tome of substance here, and i mostly didn't notice the repetition... when i did notice, it was in only good ways. congratulations. wave your flag high!
You did a stunning job with this difficult form! It brought the reader full circle along with your journey.
Laura-I knew you would agree! It is and you capture your breathing so well~ :D Thank you~
Renee-Thank you! :D She was so nervous-I told her to relax and enJOY the process! They put so much time and work into their performances-it is breathtaking to see!
Ami-Welcome back! Thank you so much~
Lolamouse-It was tough, but unique to write. I had to try again-I loved yours~
Marian-I like yours, too~ Thank you so much! Did you like my looping response ;D Yes, I made a Rainbow Rose cake...there were 7 bowls of color-it was fun though~ YOU are kind @>-----------
Grace-I love this challenge! Thank you Grace :D
Brian-I suspect he tried to follow a dream and it didn't work out~
He still had his hands involved in his passion though-film/theater!
Thank you!
Hannah-When I come home we will stand under this red umbrella ;D
11:11 @>--------
MJ-Thank you! So nice to have someone understand this ;D
Dezzy-Yes, there is truth in that!
My issue now is time alone-it is rare. I now live in the loop of rarely being alone. My muse doesn't like it~
Gail-Thank you! Yours was touching- :D
Yolanda-Thank you! I think the big marching band stuff was before Glee. I do think perhaps it did push the boundary lines to do more current programs. I am sorry to hear this~ I had six bosses once-all family. You want to talk about crazy-everyone had a different idea for a promotion. I would start the campaign and than "No, we are going to do this." Insanity! Thank you @>--------
@>--------- I hope you get what you wish for!! Your view means a lot to me~
Robert-Thank you so much~ This means a lot to me~ :D
Mary Ann-YOU would of been my favorite teacher! @>-----------
Thank you so much! I loved your historic poem :D