He spoke to the sun
Brought the light to glowing
Revealing all the earth
With its many splendors showing
Mysteries beyond belief
He whispered the trees
Into expectant existence
The birds, butterflies and the bees
The joy, faith and promise
Even their fantasies
He breathed life into man
Gave woman her energy
Handed them nature and wildlife
With the promise of a seed
Who would be the child of their dreams
He gave the life to the ground
With assurance that pleasure would be found
Amid the roses, rich and vibrant
Through the hues of delighted sighs
From dewdrop herbs – sage and thyme
He blew out the light
At night when the moon rose
Revealed the lunar legends
Shining down through the heavens
Reaching our wishful reflections
He delighted in His creation
Allowed us to share
His wonders and warmth
With all His heart
He loved and blessed us fully
The artiste, our God
He knew all our wants and needs
Gave us His very best
With a kind and gentle caress
Then, He rested
Categories:
artiste, art, christian, creation, earth,
Form: Free verse
Lingering laughter brings out loving lines
Within writings which echo warm, wild words
Music - melodies moisten melted minds
Feelings of hearts who flow furiously
Soothing silence, semblance - with sensations
Praises, prayers, poems who penetrate
Attracting aloneness of the artiste
March 24, 2021
Categories:
artiste, silence, solitude,
Form: Alliteration
SUPPORTING ARTISTE
When I used to tell people I was a film extra, or ‘supporting artiste’ as we preferred to be called, they would say, “How glamorous, mixing with all those stars.” But, of course, the reality is not like that. You get up at 3.00 am in the middle of winter, scrape the ice off the windscreen and drive for two hours to the location. Having queued in the snow for your costume, you then sit all day in a draughty marquee waiting to be called, hoping that you might find yourself near enough to the camera to be recognizable in the finished film. You certainly don’t get to mix with the stars. Once I got a small speaking part and told all my friends to watch out for my big moment. But, alas, it ended up on the cutting room floor.
far in the background
supporting artistes wander
split second of fame
28th August 2020
Let The Pens Flow - Haibun poetry contest
Sponsor - Jenish Somadas
Categories:
artiste, film,
Form: Haibun
The life of an artiste is not a flowing river but an accumulation of its sediments, to give fertility for nature to grow. This fertility is an art of an artiste.
An artiste cannot let go a single fragment of the moments and repressed emotions gathered over the times of the childhood innocence and hard realizations. An art of an artiste should sustain that childlike simplicity and the hardships and everything between them. It should enrich a child's heart and purify the evil one, barring which it becomes an another nuisance of the rich. This is the comprehensive purpose of art and should be an endeavor for an artiste.
Categories:
artiste, art, beauty, children, evil,
Form: I do not know?