‘Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt
and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen'
- Leonardo da Vinci
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I stand enraptured and stunningly awestruck Turning every page of this wide note pad Where God has scripted His consummate poetry In wonderful images and such exquisite rhythm.. .. I ove these lines. A beautifully penned poem has been shared amazingly.
Beautiful poem Valsa. I loved the imagery you used in this poem. Loved reading it.
valsa, i just pasted my Challenge page comment to this page; it should be here shortly. let me know if it does not arrive. :) bri
Valsa, here is the comment i left on Brian Johnston's site where you and i, and five other 'poets', are in a life or death competition. this poem of yours was written in response to brian J's September Challenge title. my comment (i haven't voted yet) : I may never view a sunset quite the same anymore! “sallow”………like a sick patient? yuck! but I guess it may fit……..’yellow or pale brown’. I’m looking across the valley now; yes, dull brown/(ochre) over the mountain tops! and FOUR “d” words in line 5 of stanza 1. I like it. [VALSA, I’ve sent you a private message about you-know-what.][oops! my mistake] I know you meant “plain” when you typed “plane”. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - when I read “star spangled sky”, I immediately thought of my “beloved “ u.s. flag aka ‘the star spangled banner’, immortalized In an American Revolutionary song, The Star-spangled Banner. OOPS! now I’VE made another mistake. that song commemorated a victory over the vile British, BUT it was during the War of 1812, which came about 30 years after we booted the British out of “America” during the Revolution; they came back for another beating. in case any readers has never seen the u.s. flag, it does have a ‘field of stars’, one for each of our states, in the upper left hand corner………….depending on which way you hold the flag of course. I just KNOW that the flag-makers in China are hoping we add a state so more flags will be ordered, as the numbers of stars will change again, as it last did for the additions of Alaska and Hawaii.? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I “love” stanza 5, especially the lines: “The moon has begun her stately round In flashing dress, she swaggers past the clouds” I see you have referred to the Moon as “she”, as I sometimes refer to God as She. I think I’ve always thought of the moon as a he. I’ll have to get my telescope out and take a better look. oops (again) ! you are correct, and she is wearing a sari! especially in the latter half of the poem, Valsa has stuck close to the “assignment” of “God’s Kind Of Poetry”. I think I will have to disagree some with Leonardo’s thoughts on Poetry and Painting. I think each has some relationship to the other, at least for some people, but I think Painting is painting and Poetry is poetry. Besides the fact that Valsa uses so many big words (she must be an English professor) , I do like this. sometimes I, or my wife and I, step out onto our deck and gaze up at the stars at night. now I suppose I’ll always be looking into the corner of the deck, expecting to see Valsa step out to join us. welcome, Valsa. thanks for sharing. bri
Lovely poem flows very well from start to finish I like it a lot. Thanks for sharing it.
An attempt to write God`s kind of poetry in total agreement with the positive projections of the earth, the sea and the sky is to be lauded as your firm theistic mindset has ever and ever made deliberations on the same lines. But madam Valsa, I always believe the poetry of God could have been far better if not flawless if He were there. If I were to say He is very much there my comment would be - God`s last stanza, I am afraid is yet to be written and its probable impact will be dissimilar to the opening stanzas as God sparingly cares for the sustainability of thematic brilliance or at least is not caring for the readers` comments.. Fine thoughts and a staunch belief in God have once more worked wonders here and you have come out with a good poem!
Poetry is painting, felt than seen One often wonders after writing a poem - Where did the words come from? Where were they before? A poem is a creation. A poem is the Creator's magical act. Beautiful poem. Thank you.
Yes God is the Master Poet because he is the Master of all creation. You painted a beautiful picture in glorious words Valsa. A good masterpiece.
Yes God is the Master Poet because he is the Master of all creation. You painted a beautiful picture in glorious words Valsa. A good masterpiece.
Leonardo da vinci's quotes quoted in the commencement of the poem which is self explanatory and understandable. The poem with such deepest devotion to God and submission in such true spirit of surrendering felt. Wonderful poem. I recited in such true spirit of a devotional and philosophical poem as well as a great contribution of poetry.
Light and darkness embracing in breathless kiss Like shocking colors blended on a wide canvas! My favorite lines this time. I love the vivid descriptions... they are so succinct and beautiful. Great Job once again!
no wonder humanity is Nature embodied and draws inspiration from her creations to craft his own creativity.
With grandeur and beauty melded in rhyme Poetry is painting, felt than seen Looking at this night, God's art work of sheer beauty I feel heaven has descended down to Earth I wish to see.... A calming breeze caresses my face and ruffles my hair Though darkness envelops all around me lovely nature and and like a rose bush of gaze
Hi Valsa, Enthralling! ! My heart burst into joy reading this poem! You have a great beginning quoting Leonardo Da Vinci; the fifth stanza is my favourite; and your concluding stanza was very appropriate and fitting. Great write with an artistic flair!
Nice painting nice poem.God is the great poet. Cordially invite you to read my poem ETERNAL CREATION.Adding to my list. Thanks for share.
wow goodness and grace...what else could this be...nothing but a God kind of poem....wonderful work
What a persuasive poem you have written! The presence of something divine in nature is palpable in your descriptions. It's not something that is floating out there beyond our apprehension and comprehension - it is, grasped by the senses immediately and completely. Belief is not presented as a difficult road to travel, but as something as natural as breathing the sweet air of spring or the smoky air of autumn. It's that accessible. You chose to set this experience of the divine in nature at night which enhances the mystery element of the setting. It is a night without fear or danger. The darkness rather harmonizes all shapes and colors into a chamber music piece of utmost charm. We readers are caught in this spell of nature and divinity.
Yes God's best scripted poems are around us and always in tune with harmony and God is the master poet better felt than seen............Valsa......as always said you are phenomenal on poems on Nature and this is no exception rather better than previous ones.........with wonderful narration
What else can be the God's Kind of Poetry, a well thought poem.
The phenomenal transition from dusk to night is beautifully watches from the window and the natural beauty chosen by God is realized. Every perception makes us great and we feel the poetic mind. Your humble entry into poetry values a more. This poem is very nice definitely.