Connected: NaPoWriMo, Day 2

 

Painting by Sylvia L. Schreiber

 

Clouds, charcoal and white,

are fringed with a golden glow,

tumbling like puppies at play, fake-ferocious,

and without stop

until they drop,

exhausted, to lull with doggy grins

 

over gray-green Atlantic waves

that echo their play—

here the whole world sways–

and the gulls cry in syncopated beats

completing the symphony of breeze and sea–

 

steady breaths,

in and out

 

as the amber beach grass dances

and the wind brushes my cheek

in a salty kiss, a tingle, a promise

in this mystique

of what is, was, and might be—

 

everything luminous, electric,

connected,

alive.

 

For Day 2 of NaPoWriMo. The prompt was: to “write a poem about a specific place —  a particular house or store or school or office. Try to incorporate concrete details, like street names, distances (“three and a half blocks from the post office”), the types of trees or flowers, the color of the shirts on the people you remember there.”

I chose to write a poem based on a place in a painting that my mother painted. I have no idea if it is an actual place she visited, or when she painted it. The figure is kind of odd, but I’m captivated by the movement of clouds, waves, and grass, and well, this probably isn’t a finished poem either.

I’m also linking this to dVerse’s Open Link Night, where Grace is hosting.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

43 thoughts on “Connected: NaPoWriMo, Day 2

    • Thank you, Jill. Unfortunately, she can’t really paint anymore.
      Yes, we all have lots of “Sylvia’s.” We recycled a bunch of canvases that were not very good when she moved, but she still has tons of paintings. She had some art shows–but not till she was in her 80s. 🤣 I didn’t get the family visual art gene. There are works of her cousin, Abe Hankins in several museums. My older daughter is also an artist.

      • I didn’t think she still painted. It’s nice that you kept some of her pieces. Wow, that’s pretty incredible she started show in her 80’s. I didn’t get that visual gene either!

  1. Oh what an absolutely beautiful poem and such an enchanting painting – and you’re right, I love the movement as well.

    everything luminous, electric,

    connected,

    alive.

    That’s exactly what it is, celebratory and beautiful.

  2. Your visuals and sensuals are stunning, a perfect foot note for your mother’s art. I enjoyed the hope conveyed in the close, for better or for worse–we are all connected.

  3. This is a wild and wonderful place. And what a wonderful way to honor your mother.
    The pause to breathe is my favorite part. We need to remember that method of getting our bearings. (K)

  4. Such a vibrant poem fitting your mother’s striking painting.
    ‘Fake-ferocious’ playful puppies, and
    ‘completing the symphony of breeze and sea–

    steady breaths,

    in and out’
    are just two of the numerous gems. The symphony lines put me in mind of Matthew Arnold’s ‘Dover Beach’

  5. Like others, what a great painting – that huge swath of gold, leading to the rickety whart and the figure. Your ekphrastic poem complements this so well – and the last trio is like the dynamics in the painting – moving us into the universal. Terrific stuff.

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