Sunday, July 31, 2011

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.


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.

Monday, July 25, 2011


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

Consider this:  art,
rideable or readable,
is, at heart, still art.

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.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

A Distant Bohemia

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

A Distant Bohemia

The drums of the past beat
cobbled tattoos

On the empty streets here
pushcart dreaming
The Tower calls me on
in shades of grey

Memory of a day;
lifetime ago

Sepia photograph
brings it all back

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

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.'

Saturday, July 23, 2011

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.]

Friday, July 22, 2011

What a Trip!

Image courtesy of mspaforums


Shoes left
in the middle
of the floor…forgotten…
until the middle of the night:
Dark.  Ouch!

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. 

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

Thursday, July 21, 2011

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?