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I'm away from my desk today for some early birthday-ing! Shout-out and Happy birthday to my fellow February-born Poetry Friday peeps! I know there are quite a few of us. (We NEED some birthday-celebrating on these cold February days!)
Today's ArtSpeak: PICASSO is the first of several art pieces I've found that feature pigeons. I did a little research to find out more about Picasso's passion for pigeons, and I found this cool article about pigeons who have been trained to 90% accuracy to recognize art by style!
In another article I learned that Picasso's father was a painter of pigeons, and perhaps that's why Picasso was repeatedly inspired to paint them as well.
So many things impact our creativity...and sometimes there are no clear answers at all, just guesses. And that's okay! We don't really need to know WHY to enjoy or create art. We just need to be in the moment, allowing our bodies to absorb all the sensory details and our minds/hearts to make those leaps into our own very personal experiences.
I expect to write a few more pigeon poems this year—we'll see! Thanks so much for reading!
Hello, pigeon.
Is that you
or the stars
coo-cooing?
Oh, pigeon.
The truth is
love waxes
and wanes like
yonder moon.
Rest, pigeon.
Fold yourself
into blue.
Night has come
to console
you.
I love "Night has come / to console / you." Interesting to read that "Picasso's father was a painter of pigeons." What a family history! My mother wrote poetry, so I surely inherited my enjoyment of it from her.
ReplyDeleteOh, "fold yourself into blue." Love that, Irene. And it's so true. I take notes now about what gives me the idea/inspiration for some things. Otherwise, I never remember. And sometimes, as you said, there's no identifiable spark at all. Creativity is strange--and beautiful.
ReplyDelete"fold yourself into blue." Ahhh! Love that. I think it's so interesting to find what reappears in artist's work. We all (or most) have that, I think.
ReplyDeleteI am in agreement that the last stanza is a wowser. Absolutely lovely. And, thank you for sharing this painting. I'm not familiar with this style of Picasso. Happy Birthday! Enjoy all the celebrations.
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday! I hope you are enjoying time with your loved ones! Your poem is lovely, especially the last stanza. As others have said, the line "fold yourself into blue" is wow!
ReplyDeleteHave a grand birthday weekend, Irene! I love reading about Picasso and pigeons, then you write a poem I imagine he would have loved! I love imagining the stars coo-cooing - will remember when I go star-gazing!
ReplyDeleteI love your poem, Irene, and I am BLOWN AWAY by that pigeon study. That's incredible. Wow.
ReplyDeleteI love the tradition in your poem between the first and second stanza-- of course the pidgeon is cooing about love! Night has come to console you--lovely!
ReplyDeleteOh, pigeon, we've all been there. <3
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, Irene. That third stanza made me think of our country right now. I am folding myself into blue, resting and being consoled by the night, and the coming bend of the arc of the moral universe.
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday! I'm so glad you're in the world, writing poetry and teaching me about Picasso's love for pigeons!! Coo Coo!
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