The progressive is more malleable
he can be gouache or droite,
the reactionary, only has one side...
Categories:
gouache, allusion,
Form: Free verse
John Frederick of the Lewis dynasty
profligacy his legacy
obsessive detail&useof gouache
so making viewers teeth knash
Categories:
gouache, art, people,
Form: Clerihew
So sadly, I must kill you my pretties -
then, I can love each of ye forever.
True tears moisten simple strokes of my brush,
gay gouache can caress every feather.
As you ascend, your wings will be fulfilled
when they lift to embrace heavenly winds.
We will long look skyward to hear thee sing
on high to that place of our earthly ends.
I shall study you and paint all your kind
to show the wide world how lovely thou are.
If I can complete just this one good thing -
hence, birder's high hopes should fly ever far.
Rhyme, 12 lines, Nov 2021, 98 Words,
About John James Audubon 1785-1851 creator of
The Birds Of America book, 435 bird paintings that
that changed the course of avian history forever.
Eve Roper Contest: Rhyme Poems
11/5/21, 12 Lines, 98 Words
Categories:
gouache, america, animal, appreciation, earth,
Form: Rhyme
What if you painted the perfect artwork
Surrounded by the bones
of those who could not look away
Rigid contours of gouache causing
dips and meanders
flattered shadow
bathe in the mellow
Rhythms of reds and yellows
Splintered petro veins
Splayed skyward
Shaken by the shame of
hues embalmed
in blacks frame
Capturing the false
Miss the noise
Given choice
Turn away
Look through framed window
Beauty of the never still day
Categories:
gouache, poetry,
Form: Free verse
God's golden green gouache
Shines seamless summer sunshine
Lovely living life
Categories:
gouache, beauty, garden, green, life,
Form: Haiku
I saw a monk
make water today
and almost cry;
water that was almost
tea.
Tonight we couldn’t
make heads nor tails
of the blues or the pinks;
the boxes or the lenses.
Tonight we couldn’t
make heads nor tails
of the words called
poetries.
Tonight, the gravity assist
came to the heavy-papered
water coloured gouache, magnet held.
Tonight, the daal
was too spicy,
the back room too old,
the road too wind-y
or not winding enough.
Tonight, sleep came too soon for me,
for her,
for the cat on lap;
the grey barrier to repairing to
bed instead.
Today we pulled mint.
Today we lifted stones.
Today we borrowed swords.
Today we ate outdoors.
Sleep is coming...
for me
Sleep is coming...
to take and bury
the proper end to this
poem.
Categories:
gouache, love,
Form: Free verse
You are burnt in my being.
These small lines around your mouth,
full lips brushed in wild gouache strokes
Eyes of Prussian blue, aquamarine gems
to quench fire, to evoke thirst....
In fidgety sticky nights you are draped
around me, wrinkled in rosy lines drawn
over my chest, engraved in my foggy mind.
My inept fingers on your violin strings, my loosely
threaded bow stroking your hair,
caressing your meandering frame, while I hear
the soft chime of your voice, symphony in
movements never heard but deeply felt.
You are burnt in my soul.
***
May 5, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Categories:
gouache, color, love, music, passion,
Form: Free verse
MATTISE CUT-OUT an Ekphrasis
Colour combinations,yellows &blacks
of every hue,gouache paper,paint,
pins&glue.Cut-out patterns,pasted
pastiche,outlines enssemblage traced,
time after time.Out of the blue nudes
appear,modelled maquettes a last period
coda of the master’s career.
Inspired by Matisse Cut-out book Jazz
Listen to me recite this ekphrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
Categories:
gouache, art, people,
Form: Ekphrasis
Canvas of eternal adoration;
Man's best use of gouache -
What do you know, Mona?
That lurks beneath your smirk?
What do you conceal, Lisa?
Shrouded in the folds of enigma?
Your lips spurn the lust
Of jutting phalluses
Your eyes drill the soul
Of many a dubious folk
'Cause you know, you know -
What is it that you know?
Bards confess sage
At the touch of your radiance
Hands wield bristols
At the glimpse of your perfection
Supreme Mother of Creativity
From whose lips issue
The breath of Muse
Canvas of
eternal
adoration
Man's best
imitation.
Categories:
gouache, art,
Form: Free verse
Painting a warm wash
Over a base layer of gouache
Masterpiece of squash
By Robb A. Kopp
Categories:
gouache, art
Form: Senryu