Monthly Archives: April 2018

Le Bateau – NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 30


Le Bateau – Paper Cutting by Henri Matisse – 1953

Le Bateau

art display
a faux pas expose’
in gouache, fuchsia and Parisian blue

painted paper cut-outs applied with glue, askew
Matisse would roll over in his grave if he knew
that they hung his painting upside down

‘twas the talk of the town
sinking scow


A Trois-par-Huit for NaPoWriMo 2018 – Day 30 Prompt: write a poem that engages with a strange and fascinating fact. I chose Art History and the story of the Matisse painting that hung upside-down in the New York Museum of Modern Art in 1961.

From Wikipedia:
Le Bateau caused a minor stir when the Museum of Modern Art, New York, which housed it, hung the work upside-down for 47 days in 1961 until Genevieve Habert, a stockbroker, noticed the mistake and notified a guard. Habert later informed the New York Times who in turn notified Monroe Wheeler, the Museum’s art director. As a result, the artwork was rehung properly. The museum currently houses the piece in the “Final Works of Henri Matisse” exhibition.

Florescence – Day 30

there’s a calming hush
at dawn before the rush,
sparkling vistas, green lush, fragrant air


For Jane…Florescence Month was a fun! Thanks for taking the lead and introducing this new poetry form for us to enjoy. I will definitely keep the florescence in my bag of tricks for when I need a fun little poem form. I can’t leave without just one more florescence. I’ll be watching to see if you come up with a short form for May. 😉

Today is bittersweet…
though this task is complete
florescence month was neat…on to May!

Black on Black – NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 29

it’s slimming, you know, blackish on black
but too many layers, just make me look fat
oh I could be goth if I wasn’t so blond but
I’ve got the pale down pat, so there’s that

still I like things bright and cheery, alive
it helps keep me sane and it helps me survive
without light I’m doomed, a misery glut
we creatures of habit need sunlight to thrive

yes, I’ve had my fill of doldrums and gloom
of lunacy’s folly, of shuttered dark rooms
of drudge on a schedule, of digging a rut
of omens and ominous warnings of doom

I choose to avoid the downers in life
drama, angst, those unnecessary strifes
I’m partial to black ‘cause it hides my fat gut
but don’t let that fool you, my blessings are rife


For NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 29, Prompt: write a poem based on the Plath Poetry Project’s calendar. Simply pick a poem from the calendar, and then write a poem that responds or engages with your chosen Plath poem in some way.

So, I read a few Plath poems. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but her poetry is a little “out there”. I know, this, coming from me. SMH. I finally settled on “Crossing the Water” (see it below). It’s the only one that my simple brain could make any sense of. It’s about things black and bleak and foreboding, deep. I get that. Oh yes…I get black in that sense of the word. I have medication for that. It helps me see glimmers of light, just enough to pluck every day miracles from the chaos. But since today’s prompt is asking us to go there…I’m game, but only for this challenge. I prefer chasing butterflies. And now that I’m finished crafting today’s poem I change my mind. I lied…just couldn’t let myself go there. Sorry Sylvia, you’re on your own.

Crossing the Water
by Sylvia Plath

Black lake, black boat, two black, cut-paper people.
Where do the black trees go that drink here?
Their shadows must cover Canada.

A little light is filtering from the water flowers.
Their leaves do not wish us to hurry:
They are round and flat and full of dark advice.

Cold worlds shake from the oar.
The spirit of blackness is in us, it is in the fishes.
A snag is lifting a valedictory, pale hand;

Stars open among the lilies.
Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens?
This is the silence of astounded souls.

Move – Haiku

they cannot be moved
those touched by passion’s resolve
when life is at stake


For Haiku Horizons, Prompt Word: Move.

Florescence Day 29

grey squirrel in a tree
perched above happily,
just below, cats roam free seeking prey


For Jane’s Daily Florescence Poem Challenge…29 and counting down to the last one tomorrow. It’s been fun. I like this form Jane. Thanks for conjuring it. 😊 Happy Sunday!

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