Earlier in the week, I was at the wheel all day and it’s just not safe to drive and blog. So here are two of the prompts I missed: A Pop of Color: Here the idea is to offer a dollop of color against a neutral background. The first is a golden hued street light against a gray November twilight:
Have you ever seen a yellow headed crow? This was my first encounter on a golf course here in Reno.
Architecture: I already posted the best Architecture shot I had, but may bring it to this prompt as well. Notice the geometric lines. Contrast the sleek lines of the large casino in Reno, the roundness of the National Bowling Stadium, and the more garish designs of the Cathedral in the foreground.
And finally, an evening shot of our front door–a simple play of arch and stained glass.
my embarrassed dog begged me
never to take him to that groomer again.
“i may be cute,” he said, but come on…
bows? i’m a manly mutt.
he concurred with the timid window
who pleaded with me to pull the shades
so she could enjoy the seclusion of her own room.
the lingerie drawer, also fearful of being opened,
thus disclosing the no-longer skimpy contents
of her confines said, “you don’t want to show
those ugly things to the whole world, do you?”
while the laundry basket, not at all enthralled
with her contents retorted,
“you think you have problems?!”
i escaped to my office where a lusty canvas waited,
craving to be slathered with color.
but a joyful book, my new novel—finally completed—
gloated, knowing that he had commanded
all my attention.
there, on the desk, moped a melancholy apple
longing to be consumed
and a glass of crisp chardonnay, a confused wine,
just couldn’t understand this poem.
so the delighted feather
was tickled by the whole affair.
What a fun prompt Marina Sofia has given us for today’s dVerse Poetics. Stop on over for a few laughs and bring one of your own.
I’m back home at last, easing into normalcy but with some catching up to do. Hope to be hanging around the poetry pub a bit more.
I’ve included two poems using Ginsberg’s American Sentence–a haiku-like form consisting of 17 syllables in one sentence.
Red hot chili peppers, green or yellow, warm the heart, burn the belly.
Behind locked gates, down steamy streets, you discover the secret of self.
• :pictorial representation in terms of light and shade without regard to color
• :the arrangement or treatment of light and dark parts in a pictorial work of art
• :the interplay or contrast of dissimilar qualities (as of mood or character)
you evoke strong texture
broad slashes of pain
spidery intaglio wrinkled into skin,
movement of transient light
sweeps away shadows
that puddle into crevices of mountain slopes.
i’ve vivid memories of soft touches,
feathery stroke imbuing patterns of grace
into the emptiness of night.
why do you mock me now?
A very rough draft penned using random words selected from Gardner’s Art History text book. I wrote this for the theme of art as metaphor that I offered today for dVerse Meeting the Bar. Please join us.
Macro photography of nature is the most inspiring to me. The mindfulness required to notice those small details is what most often feeds my poetry. These photos were taken during this past summer in Reno or winter in Palm Desert.
Here are my responses to two photo prompts:
Stay in touch–the old-fashioned way.
Reno, Nevada–the Silver Legacy Hotel Casino and in the foreground, the National Bowling Stadium.