Standing O

GismondaSarah Bernhardt by Alphonse Mucha

Standing O

Directed towards proscenium,

at curtain call, like xenium*…

the crowd goes wild; a fierce tableau

of fan-filled cheers: the Standing O.

Performers bow with practiced grace

while pleasure shows upon each face.

The audience, they now bestow

upon the cast, a Standing O.

It was, I swear, performance art

of highest level in each part.

The accolade for such a show?

Applause and then some...Standing O.

So on my feet, I wish I were

thus able to myself transfer

my spirit from my seat and row.

My fantasy?  That Standing O.

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Notes:  The poetic form is Kyrielle.  The poem was inspired by today's prompt of 'Standing Ovation', graciously provided for by Sunday Scribblings. 

'Xenium' means a gift or present given to a stranger or a guest.

Alphonse Mucha is one of my all-time favorite artists, and as I think I may have mentioned in an earlier post, I absolutely adore Art Nouveau and the artists from La Belle Epoque.  

As a child, because I had a tendency to be rather dramatic on occasion (okay - more than just occasionally!) my grandmother often teased me [lovingly] by calling me Sarah Heartburn.  I took it as a huge compliment.

Commentary

Kick Stand

~ The bicycle, the bicycle surely, should always be the vehicle of novelists and poets.  ~Christopher Morley

~ Think of bicycles as rideable art that can just about save the world.  ~Grant Petersen

~ When I see an adult on a bicycle, I do not despair for the future of the human race.  ~H.G. Wells

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Consider this:  art,

rideable or readable,

is, at heart, still art.

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Notes:  The above picture, which is a digital reproduction of a poster from La Belle Epoque (a particular period favorite of mine!) was thoughtfully provided by Magpie Tales for their current prompt.  My first thought was that I wanted to find some bicycle quotes, and build from that.  I actually found three quotes that I really liked.  The picture and the quotes inspired the - errrmmm - readable art (or what you will.)  That's my kick stand.

A Distant Bohemia

Image courtesy of Chest of Books/A Distant View of The Powder Tower

A Distant Bohemia

Distant…

The drums of the past beat

cobbled tattoos

Distant…

On the empty streets here

pushcart dreaming

 

Distant…

The Tower calls me on

in shades of grey

Distant…

Memory of a day;

lifetime ago

Distant…

Sepia photograph

brings it all back

Distant…

I thought I let it go,
distanced myself... 

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Notes:  Poetic Form: Triversen Poetry, a form developed by William Carlos Williams [courtesy of The Poets Garret]; inspired by the prompt from Sunday Scribbling of the word, "Distant.'

Six Word Saturday

Show My Face: Six Word Saturday wants folks to use just six words to describe his or her day.  Here's mine:

Swim team wins for hubby's birthday!

[The kidlets' swim team won today, and obviously, it's the dude's day to celebrate.  Except for the blast-furnace heat, it's a mighty good day.]

What a Trip!

Image courtesy of mspaforums

Tripping

Shoes left

in the middle

of the floor…forgotten…

until the middle of the night:

Dark.  Ouch!

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Note: Poetic Form: Cinquain; inspired by Poets United Thursday Think Tank #58 [darkness]

Tuscan Thursday (On Friday)

Old Postcard

The view at dusk

of the Tuscan

hills.  Musky notes

like dreams float by

and I think of summer wine...just you and I. 

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Note:  The form is Ya Du.  The poem was inspired by the above artwork as the prompt from Theme Thursday.  

Little Cat Feet

Image courtesy of Vintage Venus

Where is the Cat?

…yeah… it was three o’clock in the morning

and as per usual, I was awake,

so I wished that I were a feral cat.

No matter the consequence, it’s the cat

who chases stars in the night, ‘til morning

comes.  Then she packs away her games, awake

no more.  I want to leave stars in my wake;

stars that come on little cat feet…a cat

who finds peaceful slumbers in the morning.

Morning comes and I am still awake…but I wonder…where is the cat?

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