Friday, October 16, 2020

ArtSpeak: RED poem "Monet's Haystacks"

 Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit Janice at Salt City Verse for Roundup.

Last week I traveled with my 23 year old son across north Alabama, and we passed quite a few hay fields. He was struck by the beauty of the big mounds beneath the brilliant autumn sky... and then when I went to my art file to select a piece of art, there was Monet's "Haystacks" waiting for me! What resulted is a very simple poem. Thanks so much for reading... wishing you a little something joyful simmering today (whatever that may be!)



Monet's Haystacks

Where

     what's left

            of summer

                               simmers

- Irene Latham

15 comments:

  1. lovely....simmering on the back burner. I'll take it.

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  2. I am still thinking back on summer, Irene. I love how it simmers in your thoughts and beautiful poem. There is a brilliance in this poem that places me in a peaceful spot. I tried building my own nest and nestlings popped out of today's PF blog. Thanks for all the inspiration.

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  3. I can feel the warmth of that painting and your words. Wonderful!

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  4. I love these paintings, Irene. Simmers is a wonderful way to describe the end of summer and this painting.

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  5. My son is 23 also and we walk a lot, observing the world around us. The sight of those haystacks under the brilliant autumn sky is one to carry always - how serendipitous that Monet's "Haystacks" should then resurface. Simmering - lovely word - I think of the lasting power and fragrance of it.

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  6. Beautiful, Irene. I miss driving in the country & seeing those stacks in the fields. "Simmering" with Monet is a nice thing.

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  7. This made me smile. I feel like we're still simmering in summer down here in FL. Hoping for some cooler weather soon.

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  8. A poetry marriage, your words illuminated by Monet’s light... There must be some goodness simmering out there, thanks for your radiating post Irene! xo

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  9. What a beautiful match of image and words, Irene - I love summer simmers.

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  10. As I read this I can see golden leaves glowing in the rising sun. They are a perfect complement to your lovely poem.
    On another note, I thought of you last night when my husband and I watched "My Octopus Teacher" on Netflix. You will love it!

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  11. I love the serendipity of your travels and Monet's painting, Irene. Your words will 'simmer' in my thoughts.

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  12. Mmmm...how I love that simmering pot of summer leftovers...

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  13. Great choice of art this week (and every week), Irene. Monet's series where he paints the same object again and again in different qualities of light -- they're fascinating. Your poem captures the warmth of the hay.

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