Re: National Poetry Month Celebration 2019 - Post Poems Here!
Posted: Wed May 01, 2019 4:11 am
Hi Folks,
My final three were haphazardly strewn together yesterday and the day before but I couldn't stay awake to post last night and fell asleep on the keyboard. Meant to post today but haven't been able to sit at the computer. Everything is on my laptop so I'm only posting the bits and pieces of what I remember. If it's okay with everyone else, I'll post the other two tomorrow after I have a place to sit down and an hour or so to help it make sense. This move is exhausting.
This is rough but something I'll pursue later.
From April 29th;
The Painter and the Poet
A watercolor is built in layers,
the painter starts with the lightest colors
and works toward the dark tones.
Poets can begin and end with any hew,
in the dark tones of melancholy
to the velvety texture of a rosebud
or the prick of its thorn.
The worded picture can be altered and juggled
but when a painter lays the paint down,
the page is color stained and must be worked into the creation.
Poets can work by candlelight and hide in the dark.
Painters must have natural light.
Both must be authentic.
Watercolor paper is smooth, rough,
hot pressed, cold pressed, and to be contrary, not.
It has teeth and can be 140, 200 and 300 lbs
and is made of cotton, wood pulp, or linen.
The poet can scribble words on anything, anywhere;
your hand, a napkin, computer,
from the backseat of a cab or on an airplane.
The painter must have a particular type
of canvas to absorb the media
and a flat surface to work upon so the colors
do not run where they aren’t wanted.
The poet must allow the creativity to spill all over the pages
then sort everything out after the spill.
It’s how the words describe the thoughts
not how well the paper holds the paint.
The painter uses strokes and techniques to create a scene.
The poet takes the scene and flushes the memories to draw out the words.
Both draw from a well within or from stimuli around, and always from the heart.
One suffers for her art, the other suffers because of it.
The poet works through the pain. The painter works because of it.
The painter gets lost in her work.
The poet is found in hers.
The painter paints to forget.
The poet writes to remember.
~Deb
.
My final three were haphazardly strewn together yesterday and the day before but I couldn't stay awake to post last night and fell asleep on the keyboard. Meant to post today but haven't been able to sit at the computer. Everything is on my laptop so I'm only posting the bits and pieces of what I remember. If it's okay with everyone else, I'll post the other two tomorrow after I have a place to sit down and an hour or so to help it make sense. This move is exhausting.
This is rough but something I'll pursue later.
From April 29th;
The Painter and the Poet
A watercolor is built in layers,
the painter starts with the lightest colors
and works toward the dark tones.
Poets can begin and end with any hew,
in the dark tones of melancholy
to the velvety texture of a rosebud
or the prick of its thorn.
The worded picture can be altered and juggled
but when a painter lays the paint down,
the page is color stained and must be worked into the creation.
Poets can work by candlelight and hide in the dark.
Painters must have natural light.
Both must be authentic.
Watercolor paper is smooth, rough,
hot pressed, cold pressed, and to be contrary, not.
It has teeth and can be 140, 200 and 300 lbs
and is made of cotton, wood pulp, or linen.
The poet can scribble words on anything, anywhere;
your hand, a napkin, computer,
from the backseat of a cab or on an airplane.
The painter must have a particular type
of canvas to absorb the media
and a flat surface to work upon so the colors
do not run where they aren’t wanted.
The poet must allow the creativity to spill all over the pages
then sort everything out after the spill.
It’s how the words describe the thoughts
not how well the paper holds the paint.
The painter uses strokes and techniques to create a scene.
The poet takes the scene and flushes the memories to draw out the words.
Both draw from a well within or from stimuli around, and always from the heart.
One suffers for her art, the other suffers because of it.
The poet works through the pain. The painter works because of it.
The painter gets lost in her work.
The poet is found in hers.
The painter paints to forget.
The poet writes to remember.
~Deb
.