THE "PLEIN AIR POET"

[Karen Scannell]

There have been reports of sporadic outbreaks of poetry on the Plein Eire Site. ..Paintings in "script"?? In an attempt to capture these fleeting bubbles of verbal creativity...here we have a home for them on our Plein Air Poetry Corner:

 

Definition: Poetry is an imaginative awareness of experience expressed through meaning, sound, and rhythmic language choices so as to evoke an emotional response.

 

All art forms are interlinked, painting and poetry are no exception . A painting may inspire a poet and visa-versa.

http://homepage.mac.com/mseffie/assignments/paintings&poems/tit...

If you are a  Poet", and use words as well as paint to encapsulate and enhance your plein air experience....give your poems a home here on the Discuss Page in the Plein Air Painters Poets Corner...........

 

 

          

 

 

[Liz Walsh]

This poem was written 'en plein air' - I hope to paint it!  Was visiting Altamont Gardens - got inspiration there!

Spring Morning

Hundreds of snowdrops

Flowering under old trees

Cold Horses awaiting

Their food to be brought

Paint-flaking windows

Reflecting thin sunlight

Large piles of wood chopped

To warm up the freeze.

Cows at the farm gate

With milk swollen udders

Birdsong awakening

An old hive of bees

Arthritic limbs crackle

The cross cat's awake now

One eye open

A paw stretched

Assessing the scene.

[Plein Eire Administrator]

A laudable and innovative idea.  (Although I've heard poets have a corner - in Westminster Abbey - because that is where they end up buried  - I hope such a fate doesn't befall the poetry of Plein Eire!

Good luck to all our wordsmiths, Liz, Karen, Kevin Freeney and anyone else who contributes to  this noble cause.

[Tony Robinson]

"capture these fleeting bubbles of verbal creativity"???!!

Oh, Karen. What have you started?

I have a bad feeling we are going to be swamped in doggerel. I hope my paintbox floats!

[Kevin Freeney]

Upload your poem about the Saltees trip, Tony!

[Liz Walsh]

Thanks, Tony for giving this a whirl - Liz

[Karen Scannell]

Ever feel sightly confused after a "Spring clean"? ..

 

Spring is sprung

and the grass is riz,

I don't know,

where my brush is-

An hour ago 

I gave it a clean-

and tidied away, since

hasn't been seen......

I stand now at my easel

ready to faint,

with no brush in my hand,

and only a tissue- to paint!

 

 

[Karen Scannell]

Love the imagery Liz...can't wait to see the painting that goes with it.......

[Kevin Freeney]

There once was a gal called Liz,

At Plein Air she was a whizz.

But wouldn't ye know it;

She was good as a poet,

Now painting and poetry's her biz.

[Liz Walsh]

yo Kevin - can't wait to see your stuff! liz

[Liz Walsh]

Brilliant stuff Karen - Yo!

 

[Liz Walsh]

Kevin - You are a poet   nn  a good one - but as a painter - ur da best!

[Tony Robinson]

Alas, a sad but familiar tale....

 

I was painting al fresco, just opposite Tesco's,

when yer wan stole up on the blind,

I felt myself fainting when she yelled "What yer paintin?"

and I nearly fell on my behind.

 

"What's it meant to be, mister?"

"I'm depicting the vista", I replied as I puffed out my chest.

Then she says, matter of fact, "I suppose its abstract,

sure, you're only doing your best...."

 

" You should meet my young cousin, he sells by the dozen,

 but he just does it now for a lark.

Then, of course, there's my aunt, she's as good as Rembrandt,

 or your man on the telly, Frank Clarke."

 

"If its beer-money you're after..." she stifled her laughter,

and she tossed 20c in my turps,

"You might as well know" (as she turned round to go),

"You're goin' to die of the thirst."