Best Seurat Poems
Like a Seurat painting
I view my life up close
and see a million tiny colored dots:
eating breakfast
driving to work
writing a poem
watching television
playing a game
singing a song
going to the park on a Sunday afternoon
You view these dots
from the proper distance,
blend them together
with kind, generous eyes
and you see art
(an ekphrasis poem after the pointillism painting "A Sunday Afternoon
on the Island of La Grande Jatte", by Georges Seurat, 1886)
Categories:
seurat, art, love,
Form:
Ekphrasis
Plein air jubilee
Dark dabs conceal your monkey
On a painting spree
By Robb A. Kopp
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Inpired by Georges-Pierre Seurat's "Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte", 1884-1886, The Art Institute of Chicago.
Categories:
seurat, art, people
Form:
Senryu
lazy
lazy
day
a still
life
indeed:
waiting
here
as
seconds
become
minutes
and
then....
an hour
passes
me by
for ever
Categories:
seurat, art,
Form:
Ekphrasis
SUERAT
a promenade
of activity -
sunday dot by dot
Categories:
seurat, art, poetry,
Form:
Ekphrasis
pains-
taking-
optics
splashed
side-
by-
side
dots
by
dots
never hide
never
cease
spots
create
his
masterpiece
Categories:
seurat, art
Form:
Ekphrasis
pictorial
pointillism
a little dotty
expressions
by
impressions
frozen forever
intermingled
completeness
as is
moments
dot
by
dot
frozen in mime
as our eyes
fill the
gap
painstaking optics
splashed
side by side
in moments
of passivity
bygone days
filled with poise
their then
our now
in pictures
we devise
of
gentility
stillness
of summer
promenade
in activity
static light
making a point
shot
joined up
by dots
in
slow
motion
frames
Categories:
seurat, art, people,
Form:
Ekphrasis
It is the morning of the rain.
A misty Seurat haze
soothes eyes toward turning
vast distances apart.
Hands puzzle empty goblets,
ball-point table cloths.
Strangers pose
in silent bedrooms
near the rainbow of gasoline
weathered faint by somber rain.
Morning paints
its dim impressions,
serrates edges, swirls clouds
as rain rolls back
its dead man's eyes.
Categories:
seurat, angst, art, death, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Categories:
seurat, art,
Form:
Monoku
Colour intermingled in the Spectator’s eye.Divisions that juxtapose and complement,I would suppose.A static quality of light captured one Sunday on the island,La Grande Jatte. An ‘as is’ moment ..dot.. by dot..an afternoon promenade of activity,frozen forever as a ‘still-life’ shot.
Categories:
seurat, art, word play,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Colour intermingled
in the spectator’s eye
Divisions juxtapose
‘as is’ moment ..dot.. by dot..
frozen forever
as a ‘still-life’ shot
Colours in contrast
one next
to another
patiently painted
dab by dab
Planes into particles
pigments of paint
in patches react
divisionist,
pointillist juxtapose
into our eye colour flows.
Meticulous,mechanical
the illusion
into shape
palettes of the fleeting
made permanent
Categories:
seurat, art,
Form:
Ekphrasis
George Seurat died too young
his pointillist angle had only just begun
to art,the diagonal&horizontal did bring
but the vertical however was never his thing
Categories:
seurat, art, people,
Form:
Clerihew
frozen moments of Sunday's past-
in bygones archive yet reside
Categories:
seurat, art, summer,
Form:
Monoku