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

17 comments:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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