French scenes ~~ a Poem for "Artistic Interpretation "

 

Artistic Interpretation

 

Blue Ridge Mountains reminds one of

Best of master's--elements there

 

Mountains in the background, looming

Mont Sainte Victoire, Provence love

 

Trees in the foreground standing guard

European Cypress trees, tall

 

What artists come to mind for you

A small hint, two loved abstraction

 

Renowned American artist

And the other was very French

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This is the very French:

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If you like art then go to Europe. We found this Cézanne original in the Lautrec Museum in Albi, France. It is by Paul Cézanne (1839 to 1906) and yes, he was pretty quirky. (Cézanne Wikipedia link)

For more of our trek to the Albi click here.

This excerpt was from Jim's Little Blog back in 2011. (link)

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 - Poem and Bottom Photo Copyright © 2017 and 2011 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

  (Top Photo is a "print screen" copy of Paul Whitener's "Blue Ridge Mountains" posted by Margaret at the link below.)  More of Paul Whitener's works may be seen here, at "The Hickory Museum of Art".  Also, Paul Whitener, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_Whitener

 

 - I'm linked with Margaret, at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Artistic Interpretations with Margaret - Small Town Inspiration...,  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/05/artistic-interpretations-with-margaret.html
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A Poem, another Artistic Interpretation

Dawn shyly made her visit; 
   bad scene in her realm 

When dawn shyly made her visit
My senses slowly sharpening
Sloppy Sunday morning greetings
Stinking smells, silent in the dim
Summer sun should be bright but not
Simmering fog boiling at top
Wet mist seeping drops from below.

Miserable.  Clearly I was lost
I'd swam all night trying to hide
What comes now?  Safe from the poachers
Though morning brings another fear
Strangers lurking here mean no harm
Strange to them never seen a whale
Last night was going south not north

Safe harbor?  San Diego looms
The Zoo or the Bay, not my choice
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved 
 - I'm linked with Margaret in the Imaginary Garden at 
http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/10/artistic-interpretations-whale-of-tale.html?m=1 
 - Other posted poems concerning "Artistic", https://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/search?q=Artistic+&m=1

A Love Poem, of Sorts

My Lily Pad Queen 

She sat on the leaf, my Lily Pad Queen 
It was one of two leaves in the pond

Hers always, when wearing Irish Green

Other remained back saved for her friend 

Waiting for me, her Lily Pad Prince 
She knows me not though I know her well

Holding tight to her perch afraid to dance

Looking around would I ring her bell 

Green eyes passed me over, then they teared 
Deep I dived, I'll stay a hundred years

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 - Poem and Photos Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved.  The SECOND Photo of the Yellow Flowering Lily Pad, the poet's watery tomb, I took at Regent's Park in London.  The other three are Print Screen and slightly edited from the respective three links below.  

 - I'm linked with Shay, Chrissa, and Carrie, at the Sunday  Muse for celebration of their 100th week posting anniversary, http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/03/the-big-100th-muse.html?m=1  (BOTTOM Photo)

 - I'm linked with Margaret at her startup Web site, Artistic Interpretations s2, https://postcardartisticinterpretations.blogspot.com/2020/03/welcome-to-artistic-interpretations.html?m=1 (TOP Photo)

 - I am linked with Teemakuun #56, another artistic interpretation group from Finlan  at https://teemakuunkollaasi.blogspot.com/2020/03/teemakuu-56-kuva-mallina.html?m=1  (THIRD Photo)

100 Weeks of Sunday Muse

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NaplPoWriMo 2020 Day 19 -- Poem, A Morning at the Pier

        Postcard photo from Margart-

        of Artistic Interpretations 

At the Pier 

Here I am sitting

Here I sit dangling my legs

On this pier my thoughts are born

My dreams are wished, feet get washed

My wishes disclosed 

COVID 19, go away

For Rainbow's end Pot of Gold

Food on table and food line

And my feet get washed

The fishes swim over them

I don't need soap--wouldn't work

Big fish I'll grab with my net

And then?

Wave goodbye to fish and  ships

Dog glad to have me come home

Make us some  food fish and chips 

Jim's Happy Beagle, Adi 

https://youtu.be/4qGUaj8Jb60

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved
  - I am linked with Margaret at Artistic Interpretations,  https://postcardartisticinterpretations.blogspot.com/2020/04/artistic-interpretations-3-moonlight.html?m=1
 - I'm also linked with Sanaa Rizvi in the Writer's Pantry at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/04/writers-pantry-16-april-prepares-us-for.html?m=1
 - And with Kerry O'Connor in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2020/04/april-2020-days-16-20.html?m=1
 - And with NaPoWriM Day 19 at http://www.napowrimo.net/day-nineteen-5/

An Artistic Interpretation 'writing'

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[I'm riding at "Blogstock '08"] 

What manner white horse

White horse with a horn
That'd be a unicorn
Someone's fantasy
Look again how does he stand
On a pole--toy store stick horse
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Photo and Poem copyright, © 2015 and 2016 Jimmiehov, All rights reserved

I'm linked with Margaret at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Artistic Interpretations, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/11/artistic-interpretations-with-margaret.html

Notes:
1. Margaret has introduced us to Carol Law Conklin, Batik Artist. One of her prints is called "The Last Unicorn."  We have permission to copy and post some of her works. Tomorrow I will post that one here. In the meantime you can see it and Ms. Conklin's other works at the link above. 
2. I had planned to write differently, of a youngster finding a real Unicorn even though they have gone into extinction years and years ago. But my time for writing has been taken from me, hence this quickly keyed Tanka above.
3.  Time has become very precious again, I may not get all of your comments return. I am sorry for that. I do try to read your writings though. 

Artistic Challenge Poem, Ruby

Ruby was, Ruby is

Ruby is my stone, Ruby was my love

I didn't pick her, Ruby picked moi

Ruby was keen on me when I was young

Not old in years, but older than her years

 

We'd known each other, it seemed a long while

Then that night, one that boys do remember 

Ruby's gone away, no way I'll find her

Though Ruby picked me, I didn't pick her

 

She left a rock, rock no one else can have
Placed near my heart I keep it there for her

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Poem Copyright, © 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

Picture courtesy Wikipedia, picture link,  http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/0/0d/Ruby_cristal.jpg/640px-Ruby_cristal.jpg (Wikipedia Ruby Article link)

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Today I'm linked with Margaret at the Real Toads, Artistic Interpretation (Link)

 

Margaret challenged us to "respond to the images below [a wide array of crystalline rocks] in any way you like.  For this challenge I do require a new poem."

 

There is no one in my life named Ruby.  I do not 'kiss and tell'.  In case you wonder, my birthstone is Opal but I would not pick it for a poem like this; Opal is my mother's middle name.

NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 24, a Peacock Poem

Pretty Birds; You woke me 

 

You woke me up again today

Beautiful, many colored coats

But oh what a screech you do make

When you're below my window sill

 

Pretty boy and girl, travel in pairs

Walking down the street to my house

Early morning, day is dawning

Came to my house ready to yell

 

"Pretty bird," as Polly would say 

But you flew the coop late last night

Reveled the night away and now

Now at my house waking  the dead

 

I'll call your mother, she will fetch
Send you home for your daily groom

Now pretty bird, please for next time

Please don't come so doggone early
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

 - Photo: "Peacock at Magnolia Garden, SC" by Margaret at her post today, linked below    

 

 - I'm linked with Margaret  at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, “Artistic Interpretations - Beauty”, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/04/artistic-interpretations-beauty.html 

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  - also to Day Twenty-four of NaPoWriMo,  http://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-four-3/

  - The instructions from Margaret:

• "For today's challenge, write about "beauty" or the symbolism that represents one of the most beautiful birds of creation, the Peacock - keeping in mind not all the myths, superstitions, folktales, and beliefs are necessarily "beautiful"."
• Margaret has in her post, linked above, references to others who wrote of the beauty of the Peacock.  You might wish to check some of those out if you have time, also listen to video she found.  My favorite is found by clicking on the word 'HERE' in her line, "HERE is a fascinating link -  A few excerpts from the link are:"  It will take you to Minnie Mathews' research post, The Peacock in Myth, Legend, and 19th Century History.  Or you can graze the few excerpts she has posted.
• My poem is relived from true experiences back in the 80's and 90's when we lived in Friendswood, Texas.  A neighbor down the street kept a coop having a pair of peacocks.  Their stay was almost part time as they could escape the coop, or they would get loose and be forgotten to be locked up for the night.  Invariably they would then sleep on top of their house and/or go wandering through the neighborhood, seemingly seeking us out for waking up to feed them.  Their call was the most awful screech you could imagine.

I play my Tau -- "poem" and "play" of sorts

The Taus

My instrument for the day will be, ...
It will be the Taus, my instrument 

I can't play it, never even saw 
But Google knows, knows full well what be

So from Google's mouth I can play
I play my YouTube loud as I can

Played for Mrs. Jim, my Taus YouTube
Right on she said, Indian music 

So I'll play for you, my Taus YouTube 
See what you think.  Indian music?

If you think it looks like a peacock
Well the experts think so too, they do
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Photo and Poem Copyright 2016, @ Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved 

Taus, top photo is a "print screen" copy from Margaret's post,
http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/09/artistic-interpretations-with-margaret.html

I'm linked above with Margaret in the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Artistic Interpretations with Margaret - The Met's Musical Instruments Exhibit

Margaret had recently visited the Metropolitan Museum in NYC.  There she visited the Musical Instruments Exhibit and has on her post quite a few of the musical instrument she saw there.  I picked her Taus, a main instrument played to get the correct sound of Indian music. 

The two YouTube presentations below will make you think you have your radio tuned to a station located in India.  Please have a listen.  The Taus comes in at 1:52 on the second video if you want to hear and see it played with a bow.  The first also sound Indian but the strings are plucked rather than played with the bow. 
Well, I had the 'plucked' one on my iPad but can't find it here.  "trust me."

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ITqFTDLQNMs

Friday Challenge - Ecology

Luna and Shaman Rabbit, by Toril Fisher

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Moon shines bright tonight

Shaman Rabbit and the duck

Safe from pesticides?

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Kalidescope Creek, by Toril Fisher

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Rachel Carson would love

Clear blue water running free

Fish can once more live?

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Star Valley Flower Farm, by Toril Fisher

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Flowers rule the hill

Where once vineyards did flourish

Flower power return?

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Art by Toril Fisher at link her website, Second Cloud on the Left Farm.

Poem  Copyright © 2014 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved

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I am linked today with Real Toads, Artistic Interpretations with Margaret - "Queen Bee" Art Project with Toril where Margaret wrote of Toril's artistic aspirations of melding her art with efforts to improve our ecology. 

There Margaret also challenged poetry writers thusly:
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"For this challenge, please use these images for inspiration to promote Toril's desire to begin a conversation about the beauty and interconnectedness all living creatures share with our amazing Mother Earth."

A Flash Poem for Catching up ("Play it Again")

Little bird on the fence

Of what do I owe thee

Be it some crumbs today

Or a meal of fine seeds

 

Oh beautiful creature

Blackbird lady supreme

How is your family

Do babies want some worms

 

You say, want none of that

Then I'll clean the bird bath

Smart bird flies off the fence 

 

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 - Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

 - Photo is my "Print Screen" copied from Margaret's post referenced and linked immediately below

- 1)  I am linked with Margaret at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. Artistic Interpretations "Simply Beautiful", originally posted on December 26, 2014, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.co.za/2014/12/artistic-interpretations-simply.html (Margaret wanted us o write inspired on what was in her directions or in some National Geographic Artist's works.  I chose her post and used mainly the first topic and picture, the bird on the fence.)

 - 2)  Again, I am linked with Kerry at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, "Flash 55 Plus, posted August 1, 2015, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.co.za/2015/08/flash-55-plus.html (Here Kerry asked us to write a Flash [short] poem of exactly 55 words.  We could write on any topic or chose to write on her suggestion, "Trespass".  Technically my Blackbird could be trespassing but more technically, birds and animals of the wild are free range and given permission to be wherever they might naturally present themselves.)

- 3)  I am also linked with Kerry at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Play It Again Toads!, posted on May 6, 2017, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/05/play-it-again-toads.html (Here we were given three past posts to choose from, I decided to write to two of them as linked above)
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A Poem for Artistic Interpretations

At the Seashore
by S. Anderson

Pretty Pebbles

Pretty stones near the river's edge

lying where put by the currents

There's purple reds and pearly greens

Azure blue one tortoise shell white

Small heart shaped snitch it for the sweet

When they're wet they're glistening pearls 

though when they're dry they're sandpaper 

Giant green stone like jade it looks 

Gem for sure polish it at home 

Will they come looking, foreign jail 

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 - Poem and Bottom Two Photos Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019 and 2016, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Margaret in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/10/artistic-interpretations-with-margaret.html?m=1
 - Margaret displayed photos of various art pieces, Alcohol Inks,  that were on display at Boone, N.C.    I chose the top picture, by "Anderson" of pretty pebbles at the water's edge for writing ideas.
 - You can see more Alcohol Inks at Margaret's link above.