Imagine the Real #poetry

breaking through clouds

Fiddling with the superball in my pocket

wondering if it can touch the cloud overhead

I want to go the places it can reach

I want to soar high overhead

Listening to the footsteps in the plaza

a villanous plot from hundreds of years ago

hiding beneath my black cape

takes me places I wish to go

Backing up or going forward

so many things my imagination allows me to see

and all the while I am wondering

who the real me today might be

Pablo_Picasso,_1910,_Woman_with_Mustard_Pot_(La_Femme_au_pot_de_moutarde),_oil_on_canvas,_73_x_60_cm,_Gemeentemuseum,_The_Hague._Exhibited_at_the_Armory_Show,_New_York,_Chicago,_Boston_1913

“Everything you can imagine is real” — Pablo Picasso

is the prompt today for A Prompt Each Day

Painting: “Pablo Picasso, 1910, Woman with Mustard Pot (attribution here.)

Painting Dawn #poetry #nablopomo #photography

dawn yokhil

Dawn peers beyond my fingertips

gently I caress your form

on your contours I ply paint

creating a masterpiece

*

Breaking over the horizon

you take my breath away

sudden rays of merging color

I hold on to purple

*

Awakened by the light

you turn to grasp me

sleepy green- eyed smile 

finger -painting the landscape of a new day

Desert-of-Sleeping-Men – Carl Warer

The prompt over at Verse First at Poet’s United is: The Body Becomes the Landscape. Looking at the photographic mastery of Carl Warner it is easy to believe.  I’m taking the contours of an early dawn landscape that could easily be a human form as my inspiration for this poem.

Creative Conformity #poetry #photography

What happens to creativity when forced into a box of conformity ???

brick and dead leaves

we strive in our heart’s passion

set the prisoner free

words edged with fire

brush strokes flair in action

notes collide on music’s sea

*

we survive lacking passion

bend the captive’s mind

tread water in muddied pool

a box an artist’s prison

society’s claw creativity to bind

photography: “Leaf the bricks” ©L. Moon 2012

Looking Back #haiku #photography #art

Today’s welcome inspiration –> Kyoshi Takahama and  shutting my eyes

me tsumureba wakaki ware ari haru no yoi

shutting my eyes

I find a young me found
in the Spring evening

Look through time’s window

she pours over Tolstoy

hearing him not me

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Silent I follow

quiet footprints mark my path

traversing life’s way

Thanks to Kristjaan who inspires wonderful haiku. Today is no except. Please go over to his site Chevresfeuilles Carpe Diem and see what I mean

Photographs: “Reading Tolstoy” and “Sandy Path” both these works are copyrighted by the artist (Clare 1981) and the photographer.

Use by permission only  L. Moon 2013

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