RDP Tuesday: CHALK
Here is my dog, Hamish Macbeth, enjoying some sidewalk chalk art in our neighborhood.
He seems to enjoy some pieces more them others, don’t you think?
RDP Tuesday: CHALK
Here is my dog, Hamish Macbeth, enjoying some sidewalk chalk art in our neighborhood.
He seems to enjoy some pieces more them others, don’t you think?
Day 23 of Na/GloPoWriMo challenge: Write a poem about an animal.
Have you ever had that dream
where you woke up by moonlight
not in your bed, safe and warm
but maybe you were running through a field or into a forest
and you could feel your heart race and your mouth full of teeth, grinding impatiently
because you were so eager to get to where you needed to be
out there in the moonlight
where you could sing as loud as you want and run as hard as you want until
you found your prize and brought it down as smooth as a leaf being pulled down stream
Have you ever had that dream?
I do, every time the moon is full.
The Ragtag Daily Prompt is SNAKE.
Think about it, if you must. Write about it if you want. Focus a picture, if you like…
Snakes were involved- both in mind, body…and spirit
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Day 22 of Na/GloPoWriMo: Today’s challenge is to write a poem that engages with another art form – it might be about a friend of yours who paints or sculpts, your high school struggles with learning to play the French horn, or a wonderful painting, film, or piece of music you’ve experienced – anything is in bounds here, so long as it uses the poem to express something about another form of art.
My brain will not talk to my hands
my eyes will not see for my heart
Ink and paint and clay are noise to me
a jumble of sound, lines without form, the bones that create art
are strange to me, alien to me, magic to me
to capture one single line that could create a face, a tree ,bliss or despair
what that must feel like for just one single second
for my brain to talk to my hands, for my eyes to work with my heart
to experience the joy when color and light embrace.