And for the second picture I wrote a trio of shadormas - six lines of 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllables.
Night Boat
through the dusk,
a beacon
brighter than My Lady Moon
who has yet to rise.
Rhythmic wash
of waves on pebbles
weaves around
chugging sound
of ferryboat melody,
a symphonic poem.
Islanders
listen to its voice,
familiar
assurance
saying all's well in their world
where sea is master.
Including the title, would you believe that this trilogy comes to exactly 55 words? G-man must have been looking over my shoulder as I wrote! LOL
Beautitul painting - your walls must be covered with them - I would love to be able to paint! Really liked the final shadormas - even though I don't know what a shadormas is!
ReplyDeleteGorgeous painting lovely colours tho I'm not a pink lady ....loved the poems found the 1st one very melodic and soothing ..thank you x
ReplyDeleteThe poetry creates this lovely feeling, emotes these words and images one can live within!
ReplyDeleteI LOVE your response to Margarets painting, it is beautiful. The shadormas are really wonderful too. :-)
ReplyDeleteLilly the pink.
ReplyDeleteAmazed at your wonders.
I'm not a pink person either, but your painting is wonderful. Love your "ferryboat melody", all three...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful shadormas Pen. We're on very different wave lengths this week - although I did use your "night boat". Of course I had to cast a shadow over the pink castle...apologies to lovely Margaret.
ReplyDeleteVery lovely words and images specially these:
ReplyDeleteof ferryboat melody,
a symphonic poem.
Like it ~
going to be listening to that rhythmic wash this weekend...
ReplyDeleteI'm looking over your shoulder all right.
ReplyDelete(Jinxsy quickly fastens her top button)
Loved your 55...very Clever!
Thanks for playing, thanks for thinking of me, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
Love ferry's ! Great piece- thanks.
ReplyDeleteha! Better be wearing a turtle neck when the G-Man is around! ;)
ReplyDeleteI painted that house and meant for the color to be more earthy with a touch of pink... it is a beautiful estate in San Fransisco - with rolling streets and these homes were just balancing on the hills it seemed... but the paint dried much pinker than I anticipated. But my daughter was 7 at the time and loved it...
Loved your line:
a beacon
brighter than My Lady Moon
who has yet to rise.
I like to sleep in too :)
Are we supposed to count the titles too? Uh-oh! I'm over then! LOL!
ReplyDeleteTalking a 55 challenge to a stratospheric level. WOW!
ReplyDeletepleasant lyric.
ReplyDeletewow.
love the tender pink color and the gentle feel of seeing it and read your words aloud.
a smiling 55, bless your weekend.
You're in the pink, Jinks! Three well consctructed shadormas.
ReplyDeleteI have read some beautiful ocean poems in the last few weeks, yours included. I am longing for the sea and your words gave me a mini-vacation there.
ReplyDeleteYour art is gorgeous! So talented.
Jinksy- I love the picture you painted! And the second piece reminds me of the ferry we ride often that goes from the Bolivar Peninsula to Galveston Island. I especially like the second stanza.
ReplyDeleteThe picture and poem work well together.
ReplyDeleteWow, that came together well.
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