How to create images… with words?
Poetry would not be poetry without
the art of the METAPHOR, i.e.,
the art of creating images with words.
Let’s practice it:
find your element in one of the four images below,
(each one synthesizing a natural element)
and CAPTURE IT in your words…
Imagine that the painting would be lost in 10min
and all that would remain would be your poetic description.
PAINT, POET, PAINT!
EARTH
~ Vincent van Gogh (1889) The Mulberry Tree
WATER
~ Toulouse Lautrec (1901) Admiral Viaud
FIRE
~ Claude Monet (1901) House of the Parliament – Sun
AIR
~ Salvador Dalí (1937) Sleep
My life is like a boat
It hit waves
In sometimes it don’t
Just seeing how the water moves
Reminds me of my life
It have a lot of ups and downs
But still trying to push pass the rough parts
The way that I feel when I’m on a boat is a lot of mixed emotions
It’s the best time to think
Think about life its self
My life is a boat
Fire:
All I hear is people screaming.
I run straight It was starting to get hot
I lead myself away from the black mist
I looked ahead and I stopped.
the red, orange and yellow fill the street.
this is an unstoppable force nobody can control.
It has the power to destroy all i know.
the glowing hot gases gets brighter.
The glowing gases surrounds me
I stand their and accept my death
I take my last breath, close my eyes
A Storm of ash comes directly my way
this untamed force is hungry and ready to distroy.
it takes me in and swallows me
as the untamed becomes tired.
it slowly dies down my town in now dull.
everything that once stood now lays covered in the ashes.
They bombed my hometown,
the whole city burned to the ground.
the ashes are taken by the wind never to be seen again.
In silence my town now lays in ashes.
Water:
The quake of wood that has no roots,
Uplifted from its tousled row.
My eyes release from my body,
Now to drench my dignity.
Water in the shape of guns.
The burden of sound, is the silence that breaks
As it begs for the last breath
Of
Forgiveness.
My body is made of dirt.
My Mind is made of full of bad circumstances.
The trees
Can’t live without water and air
Full of enemies,
surrounding
like A Hero.
My body is made of dirt.
My Mind is made of full of bad circumstances.
People dig me, cut me and built me.
Never green or wet.
Burn me, destroy me, and sell me.
“EARTH”