
A warm glow of sun is not restrained by my frosty window pane
Succulent butter and syrup sinks deep into the pockets of my waffle
I know where to find the richest flavor
Not beyond the borders where petals are tempting yet tenuous
Though my wings help me soar I now know where to land
For more than once I encountered the rattlesnake
Who slither at the root
I marvel at the heavenly instinct of the bee
As he feeds from flower to flower
Not only for his hive, but for me
Linda Kruschke and paint chip poetry. The challenge is below. I did use all the word chips.
EKPHRASTIC POETRY (ek-fras’-tik; Greek, “speaking out”; also spelled ecphrastic) Poetry that imitates, describes, critiques, dramatizes, reflects upon, or otherwise responds to a work of nonliterary art, especially visual. Although paintings may be the most common subjects of poems about visual art, there are also poems about sculptures, drawings, prints, and architecture. . . .
Photograph poems are somewhat different, since they are based upon pictures, perhaps snapshots from a family album, not ordinarily intended as works of art. Although they respond to images in visual medium, photograph poems usually deal with artifacts of everyday life, as in Eric Pankey’s “A Photograph of My Parents Ice Skating, 1954.” Poems that focus on photographic art, such as the work of Walker Evans or Diane Arbus, are not very different from painting poems. . . .
Nevertheless, all of these kinds of poems depend upon a second-hand image rather than the people or places themselves. Plato would call them imitations of imitations. The poem that merely replicates the painting (or other visual work) seems flat indeed. It should add something in its language that takes off from the picture, or talks back to it.
Now to the challenge. I have selected seven photos from my camera, ones that I consider a bit artistic. I suspect great minds will think differently, but I do hope you’ll find at least one that seems artistic to you. I would like you to select one photo from my gallery to write about. Feel free to use that photo with credit to me if you post your poem on your own blog.
Love this Mary! Merited a second read.
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Thank you so much!
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My pleasure.
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This is lovely! I like that you picked this picture. It is difficult to capture a bee so clearly, but I spied this guy resting on this flower while on a walk.
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As soon as I saw it, I knew. I didn’t see the bee as much as i saw me, so i knew it would fit the description of the form. I wish I was eating a qaffle when I wrote it, but maybe tomorrow.
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