Best Rothko Poems
Let me tell you what I know
about Piet Mondrian and Mark Rothko,
two painters so rectangular and square,
you'd swear there is no life there,
till you look with a little more precision,
a little bit more care.
Categories:
rothko, art, imagination, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
Step up close
breathe in
&contemplate
Categories:
rothko, art,
Form:
Tristich
The last embers of a sunset
sink below a dark horizon
almost mirroring a Rothko
painting in its somber
and weighted tones.
A sadness has found
a place to settle
for the evening
and is absorbed
by the water and sky.
It seems weary, unable
to take form in a thought
and be given a name,
but is more a shade
as that which inhabits
the internal landscape
of a haiku when something
fragile and exquisitely beautiful
is caught briefly in its passing
and let go.
It is a sadness that feels
soul deep, reverberates
in the ear beyond
any audible note
from a place that echoes
an emptiness,
the absence of what perhaps
first gave it breath
and let its fragile existence
float free and alone
to wash up on the shores
of this gentle evening
and utter a sigh.
Categories:
rothko, art, loss, sad, sunset,
Form:
Free verse
meditative
muses
assert
expansive
graduations
of coloured
feelings
erupting
within
emotions
intuitive
expression
Categories:
rothko, art
Form:
Ekphrasis
How will I be in 10 years,
the fir tree asks the maple,
the calf asks the cow,
the baby splutters out
I need to know before they publish
the writs. I need to know
before my head is presented
on a platter to Salome
Who will follow me?
I need to burn my words
onto the lips of the living
Sort of words
before they wither away
I need to keep talking
to John Donne,
Shakespeare, TS Eliot,
to settle into Rothko’s rectangles
before I am colour blind.
I need to keep talking
to the grassy spirits
With me all day long
before my tongue fails
My arms hurt from clutching you,
heavy bearers of consciousness
and beyond. The book age
is slowly exterminating
Not burning,
simply not being born
How much time remains
for me to hold you,
dine with you,
lick your words,
sort of words
while I still can see them
Last meal,
mine or yours?
I see the chamber emptying
as I forget words and locations.
I need to know how much
time remains
before the boxing up,
the clearing out before I say so
I want to howl for as long as I can
about the injustice of the finite,
the tyranny of counting
how much has passed
The impossibility of knowing
how much is left
I return to the present
to my wit and recall
and my avalanche of discourse
About babies and maples
and being one in flesh and song
I pound to all species
I am here
I am here
I am here
Salome, devil reaper,
wait before you strike,
warn me
wave a rag
send an emissary
to tell me exactly when
(c) Anita Lerek, 2018
Categories:
rothko, age, anxiety, betrayal, change,
Form:
Free verse
With the undulating girl of my dreams,
In my arms.
I rock back and forth, the night away,
Until the yellow ball bounces on my head,
And extracts a foolish smile, from my unwanting lips.
Categories:
rothko, allegory,
Form:
Bio
Step up close
into the
field of colour
breathe in and
dream
colour
fills our eyes
enters our
mood
simple
blues and reds
can transform
shapes
shadows
light bright tones
soften and shade
dreams
meditative
muses
assert
expansive
graduations
of
feelings
erupting
within
emotions
Categories:
rothko, appreciation, art,
Form:
Ekphrasis
DRAW CLOSE
colour
your mood
Categories:
rothko, art,
Form:
Footle
LOOK CLOSELY
Step up
into the
field of colour*
be a part
understand me
breathe in
&
dream
fill your eyes
'til
I
enter your
mood
Categories:
rothko, art,
Form:
Didactic
ROTHKO&ALL THAT
open
ornamental
breathtakingly bold
floating
foreshadowed
a blank canvas
across&beyond
out of nothing
an impression
expressed
breathe inhale
step up close
&contemplate
the moment
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Categories:
rothko, art, people,
Form:
Other
undo
the zip to
open out the
view
&
stroll within
become a part
to understand
art
reflect
&love what you see
no writing or talking..
only looking..
and looking
layered
washes
of the profound
&zany
resonate
without
conscious control
in
the simple
delicate
Categories:
rothko, art,
Form:
Didactic
Marcus Rothkokowitz you may not know
maybe though as Mark Rothko
famed for his expressive abstract
large&expansive colours... to be exact
Categories:
rothko, art, tribute,
Form:
Clerihew
stroll within my picture..
thereby be a part
understand me
love what you see
reflection,makes me whole
no writing or talking..
only looking..and looking
Categories:
rothko, art,
Form:
Ekphrasis
Abstractionist Mark Rothko
on a grand scale made bright colours glow
Categories:
rothko, art, word play,
Form:
Ekphrasis
come closer, eyes open wide-
breathe in & dream
Categories:
rothko, art,
Form:
Monoku