Poems so far:
Girl in a Yellow Dress after "A Girl in a Yellow Dress, 1917" by Amedeo Modigliani
When the Stars Come to Town after "Cafe Terrace at Night" by Vincent van Gogh
On a Golden Day in May after "Checkered House" by Grandma Moses
Beach Time after "Children Playing on the Beach" by Mary Cassatt
The Weight of Happiness after "Flower Seller" by Diego Rivera
By the Sea "Coastal Scene with Gulls" by Maud Lewis
Sister Song after an untitled piece by Henry Darger
Two Cows after "2 Cows" by Maud Lewis
Girl in Hat after "Girl in Hat" by Norman Lewis
By the Sea "Coastal Scene with Gulls" by Maud Lewis
Sister Song after an untitled piece by Henry Darger
Two Cows after "2 Cows" by Maud Lewis
Girl in Hat after "Girl in Hat" by Norman Lewis
Backstage after "Dancers in Green and Yellow" by Edgar Degas.
"So Many Suns" after Kohbar of Mithila
"To an Olive Tree" after Olive Trees with Yellow Sky and Sun by Vincent van Gogh"Three Black Cats" after Three Black Cats by Maud Lewis
"When Grandma Reads" after Mrs. Cassatt Reading to her Grandchildren by Mary Cassatt.
Today's piece is Pigeon on a Peach Branch by Emperor Huizong. I'm a Georgia peach... born in Georgia... and I have lots of happy peachy childhood memories! Though this poem cheats a little... peach blossom season is in June, and peach picking season is in July.... so maybe this is late June, with two different varieties of peach? Thank goodness poetry allows this kind of peach-jam making! xo
On a June Afternoon
- after Pigeon on a Peach Branch by Emperor Huizong
nothing more pleasing
than a fat-feathered pigeon
perched on a peach branch
nothing more sumptuous
than a sun-drunk peach,
cozy in its fuzzy summer sweater
nothing more inviting
than the blooming sky
that asks them to rise
and fall
just for the joy of
it all
- Irene Latham
Be sure to visit Robyn at Life on the Deckle Edge for the latest line in our Progressive Poem!
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Love this -- you are, BTW, my favorite Georgia peach :). The poem is perfection from start to finish ("fuzzy summer sweater" made me smile).
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daily delight of wondrous words.
(And I loved seeing your cat in the background of today's reading.)
This poem's play with sounds certainly makes it a delight to read aloud.
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