When it
comes to art, mine’s not exactly just abstractly. Quite matter of factly, it
might catch some flak-ly.
Art Class Impasse
(Going – going – gone!)
Invited to pull up a
seat,
A studio session to
meet,
The truth I’ll
confide:
I cringed and I
sighed
And hastened to beat
my retreat.
The teacher arranged
a sweet vase
With flowers
assembled in place.
My cohorts drew fine,
While I sipped the
wine
And stared at my
easel’s blank space.
My languid attempt
drew a glare.
The master arose from
his chair.
He paced and he
huffed.
He stomped and he
scuffed,
My still life drove
him to despair.
I dabbled and dabbed
with the paint.
(Remember, a
Rembrandt I ain’t.)
The blooms impish seemed.
The vase unredeemed.
My canvas begged high-pitched
complaint.
The merciful end came
at last.
I glanced at my painting,
aghast.
The colors betrayed
Unspoken tirade.
I had to get out of
there fast!
To draw, paint, or
sculpt is a gift.
The artistic muse left
me stiffed.
Don’t mean to kvetch,
But attempting a
sketch?
The mere thought can set me adrift.
The mere thought can set me adrift.
Perhaps we may each
have a flair,
With talent and
passion to spare.
But I’ll be the one
Who’s coming undone,
With art to complete
and compare.
c2017 by Linda Ann Nickerson
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| Bayfront Painting Class, 1945, vintage/public domain. (Thanks, Sepia Saturday.) |
This poem was posted
in response to these prompts:
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Wednesday: “G” words
One-Liner
Wednesday: See subtitle (above).
Three-Word
Wednesday: “high-pitched,” “impish,” and “languid”
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You may not be able to draw, but you're certainly great at poetry! I once did a photography course where a life drawing class was going on at the same time. We had to walk by to get to the darkroom, but sadly photographing the artists and their weekly subjects was not permitted.
ReplyDeleteWell that made me laugh, let the painting go and keep writing your delightful and most amusing poems.
ReplyDeleteBest wishes,
Di.
ABCW team.
My painting skills are on par with yours...I understand completely...
ReplyDeleteyou're poetry is such art.
ReplyDeleteWhat a hoot, thanks for the laugh. I can't paint or write poetry so you have one up on me :)
ReplyDeleteGreat poem! :) But I have discovered you never really know what you're capable of until you try on your own. Maybe you didn't make it in art class, but that doesn't necessarily mean you couldn't do something rather nice on your own using your own imagination without someone looking over your shoulder. You should try it sometime!
ReplyDeleteArt just is NOT my forte!
ReplyDeleteROG, ABCW
I just love that poem....yep - many's the time I have sat in front of a blank canvas for quite a while...and then been aghast at what I have created when finally brush is applied to canvas. It is not for the faint of heart!
ReplyDeleteVery clever. Made me laugh at "kvetch/sketch". Many people experience this same sense of dread when taking a writer's workshop.
ReplyDeleteDo you think the wine helped...or hindered? A fun poem.
ReplyDeleteLiked the truth in the poem and wonderful combination of prompts.
ReplyDeletelovely entry in combination of words and image
ReplyDeleteHave a nice ABC-Wednesday / _ Week
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