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Post by Fire Monkey on Mar 2, 2011 18:25:39 GMT -6
It was suggested that I should post art that I wanted to challenge people to write poems about here in the challenge area and so here is a picture I painted that I think holds great emotion for poetry - either a poem about what you see, or a poem about how it makes you feel. The poem doesn't have to speak of trees - they can be a metaphor for something else if you prefer.
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Post by Brigid Briton on Mar 2, 2011 18:38:56 GMT -6
Hiya Tim,
Very lovely, mystical, magical. Here's the first thing that popped into my mind:
haiku (lonesome)
lonesome winter alone without trees
Brigid
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Post by Fire Monkey on Mar 2, 2011 20:02:35 GMT -6
Lonesome was one of the feelings I was working with when I panted it - also mystery, solitude and wonder.
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Post by dustandwater on Mar 4, 2011 11:48:26 GMT -6
Sudden burst of life, Amid the emptiness of, Winter's hostile cold.
Great image, definitely lends well to Haiku.
I shall try something more substantial later, perhaps.
Thanks for sharing.
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Post by Fire Monkey on Mar 4, 2011 17:40:10 GMT -6
I'm happy to share - for me, there is the fact that I want people to see my art because after spending hours painting a picture, if no one sees it then I am left wondering what the point was, but even more - the idea that a picture I drew has sparked creative expression in others is wonderful.
I feel that art is an expression of something within - it depends on what the art is as to what it will be an expression of, but it is a piece of me, how I see something or how I feel or just a glimpse of my imagination. Then to have someone else look at it and be inspired to write a poem which is thereby sharing a piece of them - how they reacted to my expression - that is a kind of touching of human spirit that I am honoured to be a part of.
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Post by Brigid Briton on Mar 4, 2011 20:28:57 GMT -6
Inspiring each other, that's the name of the game! Great haiku, "dust"! Another awesome thread, Tim.
One more post and you're officially a "full member". Wow, that was fast! Congratulations!
Brigid
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Post by SweetSilverBird on Mar 4, 2011 21:47:35 GMT -6
Oh this reminds me when the Scottish Broom flowers burst into life in the spring! They are the first branches of anything to bloom like that.
Thank you for bringing me back to that lovely moment!
oops.. I'm modifying to say I was commenting on Brigid's sudden Haiku. Marvellous!
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Post by Brigid Briton on Mar 4, 2011 23:23:59 GMT -6
Hi Deb, Thanks for the compliment, but it was actually dustandwater who wrote the "sudden" haiku. Not bad for our newest "newbie", huh?
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Post by eiken on Mar 17, 2011 6:16:27 GMT -6
Tim, Your art is incredible, I love this painting.
I wrote....
silhouette trees pine for warmth and sunshine on a dense snow day
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Post by Fire Monkey on Mar 17, 2011 13:49:13 GMT -6
Thank you, I love doing art and that helps - when you love something it brings out your best work.
I like your poem too - trees that pine ;D
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Post by Brigid Briton on Mar 17, 2011 19:01:02 GMT -6
Tim, you've been a great inspiration with your paintings. Isn't it about time you posted a new one for us? eiken: "trees that pine"~ so awesomely funny! Brigid
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Post by Fire Monkey on Mar 17, 2011 20:05:20 GMT -6
Will do - tonigt I'll pick out one that I think might be inspiring.
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Post by eiken on Mar 18, 2011 13:25:40 GMT -6
When I see snow.....and we had a lot of it this year, I think of Christmas and Pine trees or evergreens so those trees in the photo had to be pine so I played on the word having the trees pining for sunshine like all of us here in a chilly Ireland. Today was warmer than normal with bright sunshine so I cannot complain. Spring is definately here and summer will follow YEAH What season have you all got now? I am not sure where you all come from?
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Post by Fire Monkey on Mar 19, 2011 1:05:39 GMT -6
Our season is wet, to be followed by wetter and then hot and back to wet ;D I'm in Vancouver BC, Canada - spring here tends to be a lot of wet which becomes even more wet before summer hits. Summer is ot but still we get a lot of rain, not as much as in the spring though and then fall is cool and generally starts somewhat more dry and moves to a lot of rain again and winter tends to be cool and not so wet and sometimes we get snow but mostly it doesn't get that cold.
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Post by Brigid Briton on Mar 8, 2014 22:26:37 GMT -6
Hiya Tim,
Well, this is an oldie but goodie, for sure. I'm bringing it back to go with our brand new forum look. Perhaps some of our newbies would like to join in the fun...
I had forgotten what a cool picture this was. You are a multi-talented artist, for sure!
Here's a new poem inspired by this work:
huddled together against winter's bitterness they survive
Brigid
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Post by Fire Monkey on Mar 10, 2014 10:31:00 GMT -6
I'm glad to see the picture inspiring new poems
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Post by blackbird on Mar 12, 2014 1:09:04 GMT -6
So I had a go at this, since it's such a lovely picture. It provokes much thought, so the words came easy. You should be proud of that kind sir..... nether the snow on the side of a sloping runway afar my love has gone to rest beneath a sea of stars for but a moment whilst he waits for me I am the only want he has in return he's my only need with no cause for a blanket~ as he will now never grow cold my love he does lie a distance from me~ far from this ring of gold upon my left hand a wedding band ~simple and solid as he some say I'm too young, to mourn for the lost Called a martyr for romance~ and warned of it's cost I send them on their way with an absence of thought for of their comments and their wisdom I think not I only think of the snow on the side of a sloping runway afar where my love lies waiting~ as I alone live fading slipping away from everything they are no peace I will find no matter of time can keep me from my love from our bed past the pines where we first held hands in the fresh spring meadow we ran to catch a flight from a farmer for free to fly over a wondrous site said, "marry me?" I said, "I do" and we did soon after our first night as man and wife turned to disaster before we took to bed, whispering, "my soul has been fed, I must step out my body has a terrible thirst keep the bed warm I'll be a minute I swear." shots rang out, all hope vanished from the air I lay in that bed wrapped in a silence so cold impossible I will not go on to grow old for my love he waits keeping the bed warm my place is there wrapped in his arms forevermore we two nether the snow and trees in blue
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Post by Fire Monkey on Mar 12, 2014 1:38:03 GMT -6
A beautiful and powerful poem, I am touched that my painting has inspired you so.
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Post by Brigid Briton on Mar 12, 2014 8:36:25 GMT -6
Wow, Blackbird, I am impressed! If this is your response to a challenge, let me invite you to participate in all of them! This is deep and evokes the coldness and loneliness of the scene Fire Monkey depicted. Bravo!
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Post by Cory Raymond on Mar 14, 2014 21:03:02 GMT -6
huddled together the guardians of the faith stalwart poet trees
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