Artwork to inspire poetry: tired eye

tired eye

the day has been long,
the night has been long,
there’s been so little sleep,
the hours move so slowly,
relief will come,
but has not arrived,
the day has been long
the night has been long

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Artwork to inspire poetry: Plate with a butternut squash, two turnips, and two jalapeños

Plate with a butternut squash, two turnips and two jalapenos

Above is an artwork of a plate with a butternut squash, two turnips, and two jalapeños.  It is a play on the idea of the classic bowl of fruit still life.

The artwork can inspire poetry.  Here is a poem inspired by it:

Just because they’re different,
doesn’t mean,
they can’t be friends.

Artwork to inspire poetry: Five minute leaf

Five minute leaf

Above is an artwork of a leaf.  The original drawing was done in five minutes.  After that the artwork was scanned, cropped, and around it was cleaned up slightly.  Part of the idea behind the artwork, was to see what would be made with a time constraint.

The artwork can inspire poetry.  Here is a poem inspired by it:

In five minutes,
the leaf unfurled,
spring

Artwork to inspire poetry: red leaf

red leaf

Above is an artwork of a red leaf.  It is based off of the photograph from the blog post A photograph to inspire poetry: red leaf.  It can inspire poetry.  A poet could write about:

  • The season of fall.
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  • Something generally changing color.
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  • Something red represented by the leaf.
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  • Death.
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  • Something leaving before something takes its place.
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  • Transition.

Artwork to inspire poetry: Hand

Hand

Above is an artwork of a hand.  It can inspire poetry.  Here is a poem inspired by it:

There’s an expression,
of knowing something,
like the palm of your hand.

But how many,
actually know,
what theirs looks like?

Despite,
having it there,
for all of your life,
how many know,
it’s appearance,
and would truly,
be able,
to tell it from others?

There’s a lesson here,
in observation,
in all things,
that many see,
but few take time,
to notice.

You may have heard,
after someone or something is gone,
someone say,
that they don’t remember.

They don’t remember,
the color of the person’s eyes,
or what the tree looked like,
or how the dog played.

Though they’ve seen these things,
innumerable times,
they did not stop,
and see.

There’s a lesson in this.

Observe the things,
you see every day,
the things you would miss,
if they were gone.

For despite knowing them,
like the palm of your hand,
you may only know them,
as well as that.