Don’t Paint Me

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So
Mr Constable, da Vinci, Renoir
will you paint me in a tradition of oils
striking, bold, acrylic
or softly softly in colours of water?

Please don’t paint me with Mona Lisa smiles
serene and complacent

Don’t paint me frowning
in disapproval of the artist and his tricks

Don’t paint me with laughing eyes
when really they are sad

Don’t paint me in stained glass holiness
mother with child, Madonna blue
halos floating over

Don’t paint flirtations of your mind
paint me a real woman
the one who understands who she is
and knows what your brushes can do

So
Mr Picasso, Monet, Matisse
paint me as I am
or don’t paint me at all

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Picture: Elemantica

 

I wrote this poem nearly three years ago, it’s altered a little since first writing it.  Can’t believe it took me so long to get round to recording this.  Of course, it’s meant as light hearted and a bit of a joke – so don’t take it too seriously! 😀

I’ve never been painted – yet, and can’t quite imagine what it would be like to have a portrait painted.  Are any of you preserved on canvas?


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Dulce Et Decorum Est ~ Read by Christopher Eccleston

Dulce et Decorum est” is a poem written by Wilfred Owen during World War I, and published posthumously in 1920. The Latin title is taken from the Roman poet Horace and means “it is sweet and honorable…”, followed by pro patria mori, which means “to die for one’s country”. Owen’s poem is known for its horrific imagery and condemnation of war.
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I came across this poem a few days ago, and thought it was a powerful statement of the reality of war.  Dulce et Decorum est is just one of a collection of poetry readings remembering World War 1 (Channel 4 2013).  You can watch the other poems read various British actors on this You Tube channel.

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My Interview With Nadia Gerassimenko

InterviewWhen it comes to being asked for an interview, I’m absolutely the last to volunteer.  The very thought makes me feel a little uncomfortable!  But Nadia Gerassimenko who I met on Writers Café has such wonderful enthusiasm and an excellent blog too, it didn’t seem right to say no.  She turned out to be the best interviewer!   If anyone wants to know a bit more about me, it can be found here.

Nadia is always on the lookout for a new writer to interview, so if an interview appeals, you can contact her here.   She is a writer of good poetry herself and also writes some of the best book reviews I’ve read.   She often chooses books that are not mainstream reading material, and tells the reader what they need to know, not what they don’t – I really like that.

You can also find Nadia on Twitter

 

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Light Finds You

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Light……..light

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When there seems
no progressive road
the past
savage
cruel
light finds you
the way out
whispers
the door awaits

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The way
whispers
light……..light
finds you

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I guess I could reverse this poem and say ‘you find light’.  The question burning in my mind is…….in troubled times, at the end of a long dark tunnel, does light find us, or are we drawn to light?

This little poem started out as a Twitter micropoem, it was never intended to be anything more.  I decided to post it on Hello Poetry and I noticed compared to a few other poems I’d posted at the same time it was very quickly gaining unexpected attention.  On the 26th November it was chosen as the Daily Poem.  I was amazed at how other writers responded.  So I decided to record it, but a little different than a straight reading.  I’ve been thinking of creating a more surreal artistic style in spoken word accompanied with music for some time.  It was a refreshing change and see to how I could alter what I’ve previously done.

A lot of poets on SoundCloud like to create that kind of fantasy style and some find their readings transformed with a collaboration with a musician.  It’s great fun and very much another kind of blog – sound blogging.

AudioBoom is anther website to post your recordings and also ReverbNation.  Both SoundCloud and AudioBoom are compatible with WordPress and embed into posts and pages with no problems.  ReverbNation is a great site but won’t embed into WordPress.

I’m a little behind with some of your blog posts at the moment.  I’ve been battling a vicious head cold for about three weeks that just doesn’t want to give up and move on – life is a bit chaotic!  😦   In the next few days I’ll be catching up on those blog posts, then I’ll be off for a blog break.  I’ll be returning in January/February.

I wish you all a peaceful seasonal celebration ⛄️🎄❄️ and may you find all the light you need!  🙂


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Digging Up Paradise
Sarah Salway

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Summertime Madness

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Summertime madness

still it lingers
lives in lines and cracks
a glistening pathway
indelible days
waking what lies in dust
whispers
recalling
how the light used to shine

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I’ve been experimenting with micropoetry for a while now.  It’s turned out to be a real learning curve on how few words I can get away with and still manage to say what was intended.  Twitter posts have a limit of a 140 characters, it’s a great way to learn to write those neat little verses because you can’t add more words even if you want to.

There are some excellent writers of micropoetry on Twitter.  If you want to find a huge list of short poetry, just use the Twitter search and type #micropoetry, #haiku or #senryu and you will find an endless supply of miniature poems to entertain you.  You can find some examples of mine below, and also more included in this article.

My poem came about because of the summer sparkly gif.  Some images totally inspire my poetry mind, and this one did it for me!

So what inspires you to write?

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51Q9VO2ZrML._SX316_BO1,204,203,200_01Charlotte Stone and the Children of the Nymet ~ Tasha O’Neill
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Ideas Are Like Tall Trees

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Ideas are like tall trees
they begin microscopic
small beams of humble enlightenment
until a mighty body emerges
and boughs like warrior arms reach
draping and lush
inviting suggestion

I am surrounded
by many eager minds
towering above
my own narrow imagination

Kings and Queens
of profound thought
how they stretch to find me
so my inner eyes
may witness restoration

Ideas are like tall trees
where even darkness
fails to demolish

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Picture: McKellaSawyerArt 

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You might also like this poem -> Wisdom Tree

‘Ideas Are Like Tall Trees’ came about because of this image.   I’d saved it in a file for inspiration for my Tumblr poetry blogThe first thing that came to mind was how tall those trees were towering above the man, and for some reason that made me think of how ideas of the mind can seem so much taller than ourselves and the wonder of the possibilities of those thoughts ever becoming a reality.  And also how we are inspired by others, the living and deceased who allowed one small thought to grow and lead to astounding events or inventions.  Many of those ideas we use in our everyday lives and we give very little thought to a time before someone thought them up (electricity, clean fresh running water, and of course not forget – computers.)

It’s incredible how one tiny thought can grow into something huge and change our lives.  Just think about it – the creation of the internet was once a small seedling thought growing in the mind.  Wow – look at it now – it’s a vast forest that never stops growing!

And I’m sure some of you like me will remember that small thought you had about starting a blog one day.  The idea greatly appealed, but I felt it was too much to handle in many ways.  But that was so not true.  I learned how to do everything a bit at time, and what seemed impossible became possible because I continued to hold on to the thought.

Never let go of ideas, no matter how unlikely they seem.  You can put them on shelves for a while if you like, but make sure take them down every so often and give those seedlings a little water, they can turn into the most brilliant things! 😀

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51AI5vJnDcLFinding A Balance
Poetry by Lauren Scott
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Beautiful Crazy Mind

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She led him piece by piece
down to her water of life,
and even though he knew
she was possibly quite crazy,
he didn’t mind at all
because sanity was never his anyway.

She fed him tea and poetry,
and the wonders of her endless thought,
sweeter than honey,
a different kind of bliss,
an ecstasy, a loving bed
of like minds and theology.

They drifted on euphoria,
with a kind of nakedness
that opens eyes to the unknown,
and teaches the independent heart
how not to recover from the blending of souls.

In the passing of time,
even the most ancient memory
won’t fail to recall her living water,
the loving bed,
the poetry infused with tea
and her beautiful crazy mind.

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Picture: Cranes Fly Away ~ Deviantart

 

The inspiration for this poem came from Leonard Cohen’s song ‘Suzanne‘ partially describing a woman he once knew.

Someone I was following on Twitter posted a You Tube video of the Judy Collins version.  When I played it I really wasn’t sure if I had ever heard that song before or not – but it got my attention, I absolutely loved it.  I have to guess the song is describing fascination and and magnetic attraction when the love of someone, or perhaps the idea of how wonderful they are sweeps us off our feet.  As least, that’s how the song speaks to me.  And the beautiful crazy mind in my poem is describing a woman who is not miss average.  Someone who is highly attractive in personality, but seen by the world as a bit crazy.  Perhaps Charles Bukowski’s wonderful poem One For Old Snaggletooth might have also inspired me on this one?

It was interesting to find that Leonard Cohen was originally a writer, poet and an author of several novels, who later turned to write songs because those books weren’t bringing him in enough money.  I didn’t know that before, but it makes perfect sense, he’s a powerful writer of some brilliant songs!  Here’s the lyrics if you’d prefer to read them.

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81rWg3xg48LDancing In The Rain – poetry by Chris Moran
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