Each month, write a new collection.
Another Cole, his paintings irks me, and I don't know why (there's a poem there) aha..got it, the artwork I saw in peoples homes, before I left Canada, were all western artists, so I think that is real art. Are you doing any famous western artists? Yesterday's exercise was hard, I was wishing you read an example, and btw this is a conversation, not a complaint like it sounds.
I had one or two western artists early on. I'll look for some more. Next month, we'll focus primarily on CA. I'll read an example. Maybe I'll put up a supplemental video soon!
I did not knowOxbow existed That this place Escaped Its namesake town.I did not knowFertile farmlandDinosaur havenImploded into Ireland parish.I did not knowMill workers laboredThen home to six packCanal flat greensDown the river.I did not knowSome pictured this placeIdyllic valleyWhen we marriedOne exit south.I did not knowMuch at all Risking hopeIn mountain shadowOf Holyoke.
Love this Jeanne. You are really growing as a poet!
love your poetry
PoliticsTimes have changedsince the west was wonOne of conquest as we have overcomeThe defeat as we meet expectationTo change the worldas we remain the nationTo vote and note the policylike a river turns for all to seeAnd deliver the returnof what we had To give and fightto take it backThe yearning of discerningtruthTo believe in democracy as proofWe can vote to denote the changecontrastingTo what remains but never lastingA left is leftAnd right incitesThe right to leave and believe the fightIs left to death as the right is rightWhen left is breath and right is with sightOf leaving the grieving we leave to believeIs left when the deaf leads the deceivedThis is how we read the pollsWhen votes are cast and counted for thoseThat want to change democraticallyA destiny we blame radicallyOn money which is cunningto corrupt with greedIn the game we namepolitically
Wow, you really developed this idea well!!
Navigating by ArtAfter a painting by Thomas Cole, The OxbowI've been to this placeat the bend of the river,near Northampton MA, where at this moment leaves burn on the slopesas they do every October.So why have I neverseen this green exclamation point riding the current, where the river ties a knot of land and water?No doubt, billboards blocked the view.So many modern distractions we can't seewhat has been there all along.
Beautiful work, as always Robbi. I've never been there. I've always wanted to go, but now I'm afraid that it's become an urban wasteland. Great work!
Liquid LassoCarving through the landscapeunstoppable and unnervingdriving currenta liquid lasso embedded in the groundRambling across the valleypersistent and pressingrumbling currenta liquid lasso embedded in the groundStretched out along the plainsilent and silverglimmering currenta liquid lasso embedded in the groundMoving with the mountainstreacherous and timidmighty currenta liquid lasso embedded in the groundScraping the great topographicmorphing and mutatingwild currenta liquid lasso embedded in the ground
Thomas Cole The OxbowView from Mount Holyoke, Northampton, Massachusetts, after a Thunderstormriver runs roundnature roils Mt Holyokerun for cover
In the alpha of beginnings wettributaries caressed and tickled the soul of the nation, gathering power for nature’s arterial boundaries, tumbling over cliffs in thundering mists, sendingfingering inlets to erode, to chart and to nourish the landscape.Water was delivered wanton and tempestuous. It maturedin wetland estuaries, sheltered inunderground lakes, meanderedthrough an oxbow at a slow, tranquil pace.One day, on shores where sweet minglessalt, an invasive species grew, waterborne.What was once flowing free becamecorralled and sluiced by cement walls,judged inconvenient and impure, water was piped, and chlorinated fresh.The shrinking watersheds dried extinct one warm afternoon. Water’s liberty and happiness was mourned by Americans, and all mankind,they called to the heavens for cure anddrilled another well in a forgotten riverbed, located at the bend, in the omega of time.