Form: Haiku
like seasons love turns
like trees broken by the storms
sometimes it loses
©JGFarmer2022
Haiku
Day: March 17, 2022
I Made A Noise This Morning by Jack Prelutsky
I Made A Noise This Morning
I made a noise this morning
That I didn’t mean to make.
It truly was an accident,
An error, a mistake.
I don’t know how it happened,
But it suddenly was there,
Filled with great reverberations
That resounded in the air.
It made a strong impression
On the people in the room.
A lot of them reacted
Like they’d heard a sonic boom.
They looked at one another
As if asking, “was it you?”
They were laughing, they were pointing–
I behaved the same way too.
I couldn’t keep from joking
With the other girls and boys,
And never once admitted
It was I who made that noise.
Though I’m sorry that I made it,
From the bottom of my heart,
In a way, my brief eruption
Was a little work of art
Jack Prelutsky
Born: 8 September 1940, New York, USA
Nationality: American
Prelutsky is a writer of children’s poetry. He served as the first US Children’s Poet Laureate from 2006-08. Born in New York, USA he was still a baby when a fire killed his family, he was saved by his Uncle Charlie. He claims to have hated poetry when he was younger and after his teacher discovered his musical talents and suggest he attended The High School of Music and Art.
The Avenue of Chestnuts by Théodore Rousseau
The Avenue of Chestnuts
1837-41
Realism
Oil on canvas
Musée du Louvre, Paris, France
A symmetrical arrangement of ancient trees leads the viewer into a depth of illusion, of sharp contrasts created by dark greens and lighter tones of gold and yellow. ‘The Avenue of Chestnuts’ instills a sense of immersion into the landscape as if it was a theatrical backdrop. After working on the piece for many years Rousseau submitted it to the Salon of 1841, the jury rejected it. The artist declared he would no longer submit his work to the Salon, a break that continued until after the Revolution of 1848
Théodore Rousseau
The Barbizon School, Naturalism, Romanticism
Born: 15 April 1812, Paris, France
Nationality: French
Died: 22 December 1867, Barbizon, France
Rousseau was renowned for his unconventional nature-based painting. He was regarded as a pioneer of the Barbizon School of landscape art. Rousseau was one of the earliest artists to venture outdoors to observe and analyse natural form directly. Painting landscapes for their own sake Rousseau elevated its status from mere background to that of an independent entity
Requiem for Love
Requiem for Love
Form: Triolet Sonnet
Beneath the moon you came and broke my heart,
when promise turned to poisoned curse,
the clouds of pain remain, they never part.
Beneath the moon you came and broke my heart,
the muse exploited in your greed for art,
remains of kisses that bedeck love's hearse.
Beneath the moon you came and broke my heart,
when promise turned to poisoned curse,
illusion's romance crafted from the start.
Beneath the moon you came and broke my heart,
with words you carved in Cupid's tainted dart
and time infused my heart with toxic verse
beneath the moon you came and broke my heart,
when promise turned to poisoned curse
©JGFarmer2009
Hells Wreath
Hells Wreath
Form: Sicilian Septet
Bewitching spells that preyed upon my mind,
a mind enslaved and sold for vengeful creed.
A creed of hate with no remorse to unwind
the curses wound in blood so they may feed.
I'm fed with sin, to fate I am resigned,
resign my life in sacrificial deed,
a deed of covenant where vampires bleed.
No blood red rose shall mark the place I lie
I'm laid in this unconsecrated ground.
A groundless penance yet still I must die
as death awaits the kill of his hellhound
The snarling hounds deafen my helpless cry
my crying heart recoils to freedom found,
I find my soul, released from earth, can fly
©JGFarmer2014
Jezzie G 