Olá, e eu não sei exatamente o que estou fazendo aqui, ou como isso deve funcionar.. Mas minha intenção com este grupo comunitário é permitir que as pessoas compartilhem suas inspirações com poesia e arte.. não apenas uma ou outra, mas ambas.. como exemplo, estou postando "Pai Solemne" onde eu posto a pintura ou obra de arte primeiro e você terá que rolar para ler o poema.. Novamente, apenas um exemplo..faça o que preferir.. Mas o ponto ou afirmação aqui é que neste grupo elas meio que caminham juntas..
Árvores na Chuva. Obra de arte original e poema..note que a segunda imagem de fundo do poema é uma imagem gerada por IA usando prompts..e uma fotografia de uma cerejeira Yoshini no meu quintal..#poetryandart#poetryart#artandpoetry#artpoetry
Ei grupo, bom dia.. não tenho certeza de como isso funciona exatamente, no que diz respeito a convites para fazer as pessoas conhecerem esta comunidade de Poesia e Arte..mas se alguém estiver interessado em ter seus trabalhos vistos aqui, talvez envie um ou dois convites..Estou tentando manter esta como uma plataforma aberta, então acho que qualquer um pode aparecer e se juntar, se estiver interessado..?? Mantenham-se criando e tenham um bom dia..
Obrigado, Steve
part one, and part two..now combined.. enjoy..
Clickity Clack,
Bumpity bump,
Hit the drum,
And feel the Thump...
Clackity click ,
Don't hit that switch,
Flipity flop,
Don't let it drop.
Bambity bam,
My name is Sam.
Sam I am.
That's who I am.
With blues and greens and golds and reds.
Don't let this story
go to your head.
With a thump in time,
I can change my mind
With a thump in time,
I can change your whine.
With a thump in time
I can change this rhyme.
With a thump in time
We can blow our minds
With a thump in time
We can change these signs.
With a thump in time
We can let love shine.
So that's it for now. Thanks for listening and thanks for suggesting to keep going from others on the site..
Clickity Clack,
Bumpity bump,
Hit the drum,
And feel the Thump...
and that is all for now, haven't decided to add any more yet... but here is an idea? if anyone who reads feel like they can add a line or two, I think i will take a look and see if it fits..the intention of the piece was to express what a point of sound..like "thump" might look like....not necessarily what it might sound like..although my feeling is that the two may go hand in hand.. and as for the poem, the thought I have about this one would be to make it little whimsical.. so as I have written.. new words acceptable.. and if this piece strikes a different chord in someone, I am very open to here your views..Thanks folks.. keep creating..
Two pass by, unobserved by most.
Two bind together and travel on a soft blanket of silk.
The smallest forms on a river of nothingness.
Still with no movement, no rhythm and no design.
But something happens when they enter the blanket.
Forms of patterns start to appear. Ripples of a long lingering chain evolve.
Before there was nothing to show they were ever there. Now a pathway is left.
The blanket marks their journey and the light and shadows come to life.
We too pass by and on our journey leave a pattern, a mark and a story.
The smallest forms on an endless landscape.
We leave a design, a pattern of a life and nothing is ever the same.
Hey group. just finished this one and was having a difficult time with the formatting to the last post.. so here it is..it goes with the A Raindrop Falls painting.. obviously...lol.. please read and let me know this resonates with anyone or if it is impactful as a Poetry/ Art combo..
Hell group... just a new one I have posted on my page.. A raindrop falls.. I am working on a poem for this one now.. to follow.. but as a side note I find it very interesting as I look at this piece and try to decide if it finished or not..? I have posted here, now, but I may return to add something later after the poem is written..not sure yet..we will see.. glad to see the group starting to take shape..
why try at all?
when tempestuous fates discuss this fragile tale...
against a dying star he rests,
to discuss a days warn love..
loves lost longings and simple regrets.
regrets that forget to be known in the past..
and simple cues deliver heaven's message..
one step,
and beyond the mantle you rise..
above the heard,
above the risen,
a simple life that beckons,
blessed by nature's kindness.
and that is it.. a simple poem I wrote the other evening..I though it kind of went well with the eyes i created..hope you enjoyed..
So this is a repost of something I put in another group just thought it appropriate to put it here as well. A different feel now that the new features have dropped.. pauses and lines now more readable. Keep sharing..
