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Post by Fire Monkey on Mar 4, 2011 9:05:11 GMT -6
Here is a painting I did which combined my memories of spending time at my uncle's farm in Ontario and time spent both visiting and helping out friends in Alberta combined with general memories of winters from my childhood and a number of different areas I have been to. The place I painted does not exist but it captures the feelings of those memories. My challenge is for you to capture the feelings the picture invokes in you using whatever style of poetry you choose. Maybe even try a style of poetry you don't normally use to see if you can do it.  |
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Post by Brigid Briton on Mar 4, 2011 23:45:11 GMT -6
heading home
on Farm-to-Market Road
a lifetime ago
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Post by Fire Monkey on Mar 5, 2011 2:39:45 GMT -6
Nice - that is one of the things - a road that comes from somewhere unknown - I like your choice of what to do with it. Though I have lived in cities most of my life I have spent enough time on farms to be familiar with that life - and not big mega-farm-corps - real farms where a family lives and they run the farm themselves and it's all old hands-on. I have milked a cow by hand, use a cream separator that was built in the 1920s, I have slopped pigs and bailed hay and I have been to the market and back so I relate to your haiku.
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Post by Fire Monkey on Mar 10, 2011 14:45:10 GMT -6
That captures the picture well too. Nicely done, I enjoyed reading it.
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Post by eiken on Mar 17, 2011 6:24:35 GMT -6
Silhouette trees stand tall, frosted
framed by a swirling fearsome sky
Snowfall blankets a marble land
as coconut cushions huddle, silent
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Post by Fire Monkey on Mar 17, 2011 13:40:06 GMT -6
A good poem and a nice take on the picture.
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