A Public Garden with People Walking in the RainVincent van Gogh Lost AgainA snapshot may form an opinion.For example, you may think fool,you’re getting wet out there evenin friendly oblivious conversation.Heads and tails are important.We are marveling after long wait,able to be in the gardens againafter white slates melt to puddlesfalling from sky. Friend, oh…
Category: ekphrastic
dVerse OLN 392 — Night Music
The Sleeping Gypsy, by Henri Rousseau Night Music In respite of cool desert sand,emptied flagon, and full moon,dreams prowl, sleek, well-fed,wide awake, tickling my toes,pulling strings, weaving iconsto archetypes made manifest. I am a traveler, cloaked in rain-bow, charred under daybright;yet further landscapes openin shadows of music’s night. Grace is today’s host for dVerse’ Open…
dVerse Poetics Monet ekphrastic — Twixt
Claude Monet. The Studio Boat (Le Bateau-atelier), 1876, Oil on canvas. The Barnes Foundation, BF730. TwixtSuspended twixt earth and skypixelated atoms, distinct, yet partof, a point in, on, a cosmic map;indistinguishable threads of irisseeing and being seen, omni-present synesthetic music, heard, breathed, smelt, felt, vibrations as conduits, direct interfaces with creative divine. We grok an…
dVerse Poetics — Infamous Nazi Artist Emil Nolde ekphrastic and commentary
Historians have a word for Germans who joined the Nazi party, not because they hated Jews, but out of a hope for restored patriotism, or a sense of economic anxiety, or a hope to preserves their religious values, or dislike of their opponents, or raw political opportunism, or convenience, or ignorance, or greed. That word…
dVerse — MTB — Winter Sparrowlets
Winter Sparrowletsifairy feathers, snowy starlightshackled inside crackled blue ice former spacenaut, fallen treasureearthly yellow friendly night lightsurprised winter walker’s pleasuresnowy starlight, fairy feathers iinightly walking, winter gardenpathlights shining on the watervoices echo as we’re talkingbouncing off a landscape spartandispels outside darkness stalkingwinter garden, nightly walking iiiwinter beacon, silent singercomfort us when long nights lingerinduce hope,…
dVerse OLN 377 — Note to Myself
Gertrude Abercrombie’s, “Where or When (Things Past)” (1948), oil on canvas, 21 1/2 x 35 1/2 inches. Image courtesy of the Carnegie Museum of Art and Colby Museum of Art, shared with permission Note to Myself A small, tall door left,in space wherehorizon cuts offat legless knees.Reflexes subdued,tethered to lobotomizing deaf.Paralyzed marionette,holding strings,manifest myself rearing…
dVerse — OLN 372 — Yellow Bird
“All Yellow (Morgan Hill)” by Teresa Dunn Yellow BirdI remember when you told me,“You’ll never amount to nothin’,just like your ma, too damned mouthy.”At ten, I cried; believed you then.High school, when they said I had skills,I remember when you told me,“It don’t matter, school ain’t the streets.”Yet I wouldn’t put my brush down.College girl…
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