I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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19 April 2013

Fire


(Print of a line work 
by the late Tyren Laidlaw)

The artist makes fire burn
not only red and yellow,
also blue and green
and charred black.

Her flames twirl and spread.
Some at the heart are white-hot. 
Fire goes up and down 
and travels.

It is burning the air,
it is crackling
up off the still page,
it is saying, 'Life!'

Poetic Asides April Poem A Day Challenge 2013, 19: burn

 Submitted for Poets United's Poetry Pantry #147
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16 comments:

  1. Mary21 April 2013 at 23:56

    Your words helped me visualize this painting and understand its meaning! Vivid!!

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  2. Kerry O'Connor22 April 2013 at 02:17

    This makes me reassess my ideas about Still Life - you show how art can have movement all its own.

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade22 April 2013 at 07:14

      This partcular piece was not still life, though — it was abstract.

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  3. Sherry Blue Sky22 April 2013 at 02:53

    Your words bring the fire to life as much as the painting must have, which inspired it.

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  4. Anonymous22 April 2013 at 04:26

    I have always thought that writing is a dance done on paper. So too is painting a dance done with color. Your words dance with the colors and together they make their own music,

    Elizabeth
    http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2013/04/20/after-breaking/

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade22 April 2013 at 07:16

      Oh, that's nice, Elizabeth! I know many poets see it as a dance. I have always likened it more to sculpture, but in this instance am very glad my words dance for you.

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  5. Eileen T O'Neill .....22 April 2013 at 10:49

    Rosemary,

    A superb image showing the life in a raging fire. The spitting flames, the licking around corners...The white heat, simmering peacefully in the aftermath...

    Eileen

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade24 April 2013 at 08:34

      Thanks, Eileen, glad you 'saw' it so clearly. :)

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  6. Anonymous23 April 2013 at 03:25

    Very visual; I felt this!

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  7. dsnake124 April 2013 at 00:37

    there's passion in the art, and your words too. :)

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade24 April 2013 at 08:35

      Quite right; I am passionate about this drawing. :)

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  8. paperdollmom24 April 2013 at 09:41

    Love your descriptions, really leaves the reader with quite a beautiful image.

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  9. TCPC24 April 2013 at 20:46

    Wonderful!!!

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