PLEIN AIR
in a
surprise
of
rhetoric
the picturesque
fades
its flavour
distantly dormnt
unsketc
in a
glance of light
many depictions
so sunlit.
recalled
in the
vertical &
horizontal
in thrall
to fashionable
remain
outside
the figurative
& unapologetic
but pleasant
never to change
but visually
genuine
yet
prone
to introspection
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Wife
paints commons
from deck
Artist
paints by pond
plein aire
Shan't Tell* was munching pommes fritties**
When one dropped between her teat-tease
Linda Hand
Saw it land
And crushed it in little bitties
* Fr - Chantel, Chantelle
**Am = French fries
Br = chips
What color is it? that luminous llght,
throwing patterns past midnight under my archway,
and on the sandy beach of our island ocean,
where I used to wade home in the surf
from Moore's dance floor, where there was a real,
live band on Labor Day at summer's end,
where window after window facing the roiling
sea brought a salt aphrodisiac, as if
the moon was not enough.
Is it the pale blue blend of Roquefort, or
more like Stilton, color of cream, more radiant
than light spilled by the indecent bright glare
of the Sun God? It's the midnight stare
of the Maid In The Moon, no matter its color.
She wakes us from sleep to place our feet
in her deep-cast beauty, to trouble our hearts
for lost youth and love, and if she's not
made of cheese, as folklore tells us-- No
matter! She brings us to our knees.
ODE TO THE PLEIN AIR PAINTER
Starting New Year, what are your goals,
as an artist who paints "En Plein Air"?
To increase you skills, pay all your bills,
and become an "Art Millionare"?
By January first, become fully immersed,
in what inspires us to create.
Prepare for all weather, travel "light as a feather",
and remember.....not all will be "great"!
Throughout the year, it becomes clear,
as the secrets to "art" are revealed.
Not a moment to rest , you're on a quest-
and eyes , continuously "peeled"....
For that outdoor scene, we attempt to glean
a " likeness", a "spirit", a "feel"...
a struggle, a fight, a sudden changed light-
...damn, now where's that colour wheel?
Then suddenly one morning, it comes without warning-
like a gambler whose dealt a "royal flush".
The "zone" you have entered, and finally "centered",
create effortlessly, "at one with the brush"!
So in Art don't despair - we never "get there"
as our goal is a life-long quest-
We create and perspire, bewilder, admire-
and, will always be seeking our best!!
In a warm meadow
Dripping, stroking, splattering
With passion he paints
By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX
Meadowsweet & wiilow herb
and forget-me-nots
Blue,white,green & yellow
Wild flowers in abundance
Pastel shade my garden plot
An
abstract
land art walk-
over two miles
long
Copacanana Promenade by Burle Marx
Four
seasons
in one day-
Vivaldi tunes
in.
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