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A Morning at the Met

Today I saw Greek vases
And a room by Frank Lloyd Wright,
Lots of paintings by impressionists,
Which always bring delight…

Fancy furnishings and jewelry,
Some sculptures and stained glass,
Ancient pottery and artifacts
Of silver, gold and brass…

Even samples of old baseball cards,
A true collector’s dream,
Plus the handiwork of Native tribes,
All worthy of esteem.

As I wandered through the galleries
With so much on display,
I felt grateful for the chance to fold
This art into my day.

Autumn Reverie

Autumn Reverie

impressionists captured reverie 
                      ~gold brushed strokes sway on the prairie 

voices pitch a breezy chord 
                     ~ whilst leaf spirals pile cooling winds award

The Transition of Palettes

Touch the soaring leaves of autumnal gold,
What canvas can capture such grains untold?
As the King Midas touch runs through their veins,
A November palette fusion now reigns

See the Old Oak standing erect and tall?
Its broad leaves a cascading waterfall,
Season impressionists blend the hues,
That overthrows the deciduous blues

Smell the rustic damp of the fallen leaves,
As the Willow wipes tears without her sleeves,
Drooping with envy at the evergreens,
Who mock her without her tender lush greens

Hear November lull for the next season,
To December, silver sage of reason,
Who will wrap around her chilled crocheted shawls,
Preparing the palettes before Spring calls


01/12/22

Quatrain poetry contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger

Impression Sunrise Footle

sun rays
     soft glaze

               tawny
              shiny

       Monet's 
           art ways

            airtouch
            light -touch

               teal hue
             sea view

    shadow
    warm glow

          spells hope
            'gainst hope

     of morn
        reborn


26 April 2022

For Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest

Notes: Impression, Sunrise is a painting by Claude Monet first shown at what would become known as the "Exhibition of the Impressionists" in Paris in April, 1874. The painting is credited with inspiring the name of the Impressionist movement. Impression, Sunrise depicts the port of Le Havre, Monet's hometown.(Wikipedia)

Clerihew Pissaros

Camille* Pissaro had a son,Lucien**
like his dad an artist,then
Both for a while,neo-impressionists
dotty images at the very least


*https://www.wikiart.org/en/camille-pissarro/peasant-women-planting-stakes-1891
**https://www.bmimages.com/preview.asp?image=00243833001

The Wrong Impression

There’s a talent show this evening at the RSPCA
Eight or nine impressionists are on the bill today
Some will do wild animals and some will croak like frogs
And a few, it seems, will do domestic cats and dogs

Well the show’s been on a while and the talent’s fairly rough
I’m thinking that I might go home because I’ve heard enough
The fella who just did a fish by flapping on the floor
Nearly made me leave but there are just a couple more

The last but one contestant did a half way decent leopard
My programme says this final act will do a German Shepherd
The audience responded as though they were sound asleep
When the guy took to the stage and said...

...‘Ve’re are ze sheep’

Ekphrasis On Impression Sunrise

tangerine sunrise~
oscillating reflections glow
like a sketch of your smile
at a glimpse of a new morn

a medley of indigo and carrot
as the sun floats in hazy sky
like the sparkle of your eyes
remembering first love

nebulous  harbour at a distance
of steamships and shades
sailing in silhouettes
strumming my senses
like the way you hold me
as we waltz after dawn

06 March 2021


Impression, Sunrise (French: Impression, soleil levant) is a painting by Claude Monet first shown at what would become known as the "Exhibition of the Impressionists" in Paris in April, 1874. The painting is credited with inspiring the name of the Impressionist movement. Impression, Sunrise depicts the port of Le Havre, Monet's hometown. It is now displayed at the Musée Marmottan Monet in Paris. (Info credits to Wikipedia)

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Ekphrasis On the Man With the Golden Helmet

He stood still~
Eyes travel faster than a lightyear;
The many battles fought~
Still fresh in his mind~
The brilliance of his golden helmet
never fades~
Like the  tenacity of his conviction 
to fight and never surrender. 

The man wearing the golden helmet
Must be also wearing a golden heart;
He must be a sweet husband 
to his beloved..
and a protective father
to his only daughter..
He must be my father.

01.10.2021


Notes: (Credits to - © 1st-Art-Gallery.com 2003 - 2021 - All Rights Reserved)

The Man in this enduring canvas titled Man in a Golden Helmet by Rembrandt and dated 1650, is a particularly captivating and meditative rendering of a time-worn face beneath a majestic, almost juxtaposing, helmet. The contrast illuminates the painting with a profoundly moving sense of time having passed, at once both sentimental and sentient. Admired by the Impressionists and portrait artists throughout the centuries.

Outcast

Outcast

Life is good, when you are understood. 
Lurking in the halls, cunning, deceit, youthful impressionists meet. 
 Faces of betrayal, hide behind their social vail. 
Humanity can be hard to find, when you’re the one left behind. 
Words crowd the room, childish wonder looms. 
Lost in the translation, overwhelmed with frustration. Atypical identity, amongst the conformed, blinded by anxiety. 
Anxious of the unknown, people fear what they cannot comprehend. I thought the lesson mine: learn to bend. Yet, to my dismay, the world should glance another way. 
Be free, different, kind and true, 
 be you.

Drop Cloth Dreams

Drop cloth dreams  


It has been found that given enough time
failure will find this destined loser
lurking in gallery tints
and watercolor fault lines

semi gloss replaced by flat

Painting abstract nothings
on a canvas made of words
Broken brushes stain the existing
balance with a voice that collects the remnants

speaking tarnished silver when silence should be golden

Pop art wastelands of dotted balloons
float above the ground where his face falls,
shamed and hidden, in plain sight
with eyes holding quarters of bygone years

melting clocks keep time with his idiocy

Impressionists laugh at his existence
in muted tone chuckles and turpentine snickers
Stretched on easels of dislodged glances
with splattered smocks tied in double knots

one size fits all

This palette of mixed memories
resting on mainstream notions, waits
for the end is sure to come
finding him alone with an empty imagination

and nothing but drop cloth dreams



6/1/17
For the JUNE PREMIERE CONTEST Poetry Contest  
Sponsored by Brian Strand

May I Say

At ethnic moment
on the moonfront, artless impressionists
of parallel conflicts with anxious looks
come to share the self realized truth
of mangled uncertainties,

watching your own dead body :
small chicks huddle together for contemporary
thoughts of violence-to kill or not to kill-
humanity walks with bent head
listening nothing:

I am desperate, the moon was stone faced
black holes bleed and throw the crystals
of red light: drop your pen and hold the death
on doorway, morning wind was coming
from the seaside:


for dissolution of your ego, I would go for a long swim.     




SATISH VERMA

Impressionists

They played with wild abandon
the colours splashing over canvas in thalo greens,
crimsons, and cobalt blues
they struggled hard
and lived frugally
well aware of
the tints and hues of life...

Monet and like minded creativly blessed
helped to shape our idea of art
our impressions
from which cubism had to depart-

my love is for those flowers that burst onto the scene
golden stamins
and a beautiful blue that you might only seem as in
a dream...
they stand regal and marvelous in my minds eye
beautifullly tall
as hummingbirds they call-

These impressionists felt rather than thought
expressed their hearts and souls
on a canvas of white
taking us places
where sometimes was a bit of a fright
such as the silent scream
that talks to my core
of the chilling world
and much much more.

May I Say

At ethnic moment
on the moonfront, artless impressionists
of parallel conflicts with anxious looks
come to share the self realized truth
of mangled uncertainties,

watching your own dead body :
small chicks huddle together for contemporary
thoughts of violence-to kill or not to kill-
humanity walks with bent head
listening nothing:

I am desperate, the moon was stone faced
black holes bleed and throw the crystals
of red light: drop your pen and hold the death
on doorway, morning wind was coming
from the seaside:
for dissolution of your ego, I would go for a long swim.     




SATISH VERMA

Vignette-First Among Equals

A debutante was Berthe Morisot
But her mother loved her a lot
So a pupil of Corot she became
And marrying a Manet brought her more fame
With genre painting she made her name

Note Berthe (1841-1895) married Edouard Manet's brother,becoming one of the few
noted female Impressionists of her era.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Berthe_Morisot

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