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Art Class Impasse






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.

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

Bayfront Painting Class, 1945, vintage/public domain. (Thanks, Sepia Saturday.)


This poem was posted in response to these prompts:

ABC Wednesday: “G” words
One-Liner Wednesday: See subtitle (above).
Three-Word Wednesday: “high-pitched,” “impish,” and “languid”

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12 comments:

  1. 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.

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  2. Well that made me laugh, let the painting go and keep writing your delightful and most amusing poems.
    Best wishes,
    Di.
    ABCW team.

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  3. My painting skills are on par with yours...I understand completely...

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  4. What a hoot, thanks for the laugh. I can't paint or write poetry so you have one up on me :)

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  5. Great 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!

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  6. 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!

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  7. Very clever. Made me laugh at "kvetch/sketch". Many people experience this same sense of dread when taking a writer's workshop.

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  8. Do you think the wine helped...or hindered? A fun poem.

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  9. Liked the truth in the poem and wonderful combination of prompts.

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  10. lovely entry in combination of words and image

    Have a nice ABC-Wednesday / _ Week
    ♫ M e l ☺ d y ♫ (abc=w=team)
    http://melodymusic.nl/abc-wednesday-21-g/

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