ballet – penned in moon dust

Cherry Margarita #haiku #spring #haibun

April 27, 2020 by moondustwriter, posted in art, Poetry

I sit behind closed doors. Drawing pictures of ballet dancers in pink . Crumpled piles of discards about my feet. I’m reminded of cherry blossoms in spring. They dance through the cobwebs in my head and I am outside in spring’s kaleidoscope with no Co-Vid.

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Infused with sunshine

cherry blossoms kiss still waters

sparks of spring

We miss the cherry blossoms they are always so cheerful and so this week I may take a few moments and draw more ballerinas.

Hope all of you are doing well. Not sure how it is for the rest of you but I am actually happy to be home writing and creating. Most of the places where I work in hospice did a close down (which was wise) – anything to prevent a spread. Be well and write!!!

Sharing with Poets And Story Tellers United

Lonely are her shoes #tanka #art

January 21, 2016 by moondustwriter, posted in black and white, Poetry

One of Teika’s Ten Tanka Techniques as discussed by Jane Reichhold:

Mystery and depth – yūgentei, the image evoking ineffable loneliness

This category is associated mostly with Fujiwara Shunzei (1114-1204) Teika’s renowned father and tanka expert. Teika mentions this in some of his other teachings and uses as examples poem #3:254 Kin’yōshū by Toshiyori:

uzura naku / mano no irie no / hamakaze ni / obananami yoru / aki no yūgure

cries of quail
from the shore of Mano cove
winds blow
waves of plume grass
ripple in autumn dusk

black and white ballet shoes

dance is done

discarded ribbons on stage

shoes on a nail

old eyes caress memory

finger yellowed playbill’s dust

ribbons

Going Deeper #art #photography

January 30, 2015January 30, 2015 by moondustwriter, posted in art, drawing, Home, Photography, photography challenge, Poetry, wordpress

ballet

fountain

hinge

gate

Look deep

art for the eyes

pencil interprets

The WordPress Daily Post Photography Challenge this week is Depth

Photography to enjoy:

Empire of Lights

This That and the Other Thing (Janet)

Castelsarrasin (Sandra)

Ese’s Voice

Jim Holroyd 365

Lin’s Doodles

Winter Dreams in Color #haiku #holiday #poem

December 15, 2014December 15, 2014 by moondustwriter, posted in Haiku, nature, Poetry

This week I love to challenge you all a bit more to write a short chained poem with a maximum of eight stanza following the classical rules (5-7-5; 7-7; 5-7-5; 7-7; 5-7-5; 7-7; 5-7-5; 7-7) and your last stanza (classically called “ageku”) has to close the chain by associating on the first stanza. Of course you don’t need to use the classical syllables count, but that’s up to you.
Not an easy task I think, but therefore I give you all 24 hours instead of 18 hours … So you have to write a chained poem (Renga) of maximum eight (8) stanza inspired on the image and the prompt WINTER WONDERLAND within 24 hours.

Camellia+2

My eyes open

crystals lace eyelashes

the world is white

I fold back winter’s blanket

I am warmed by the sight

Reaching in a dream

entranced by small set of prints

walking on sugar

ballerina takes my hand

I am dressed like a swan

Effortless we sail

glassy waters before us

I drop a feather

red beauty falls to earth

contrast against my white world

Light is the breeze

feather and red petal dance

nature’s pas de deux

my eyes flutter closed

echos long a wonderland song

The Red Ballet Shoes are from Deviant Art

Today’s prompt from Kristjaan at Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem is a complicated but fun one for the season.

I also celebrate this my 1700th post at Word Press!!!

The Artist’s Eye #Art #poetry #photography

June 7, 2014June 6, 2014 by moondustwriter, posted in art, Photography, photography challenge, Poetry

stole beauty

Memories of too short a moment spent with you

your view of beauty expansive revealing

I am tuned to a sensual ballet

you see the dancer’s 2nd performance

Georgia O’Keeffe though not your style

unveils passers by to a flower’s identity

whether overstated as the magnolia

or silent in her fragrant dance

your work a bit on the dark side

beauty you capture from within

your subjects never beautiful

for then there is nothing to draw from

no need to look to subject or soul

where do you reside when in-between canvases

your mind now hidden more and more in shadow

but for a moment I saw

beauty spoken before the first application of paint

years standing still in an artist’s eyes

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keeffe3 — Blue Morning Glories (1935) by Georgia O’Keeffe

On rare occasion do I explain a poem. This poem is about an Alice in Wonderland type afternoon spent with a gifted artist. This man I believe once quite well known in NYC now suffers Parkinsons and dementia. He thought I was a writer from a New York Magazine. If in his jumbled memory, he could go back to those moments where his art was admired then I hope he can remember those moments we spent as special. We studied this magnolia blossom (above) and gave a short lesson in art appreciation to someone in passing. One very telling comment he made “I never chose beautiful women as subjects. Then there is nothing to paint. I rather chose subjects where I can pull out elements of beauty.” Had I not been at this center to spend time with a dying loved one, I would have relished more moments with this artist who I only know as “Roberts.”