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It must be morning, before the haze has burned
off. Or somehow we have Monet-learned
an atmosphere of water reflection,
a new and softer burbled-recitation
in waves’ lapping. Something new is singing here.
These tulips are no less for their plein-air
presentation, but more. Here light and mist
and flower are a mood that persists
in image long after it is gone from our
backyard. The reality done, these flowers
help us find the feel of: morning mist, fog,
water waver, impermanence, chalked thought.
They are leaning in a purple wind,
as we often are, but holding, bend-
ingly beautiful. Stronger than they look.
This poem was featured, with this painting, as part of an art exhibit/ekphrastic project.
Painting by Christine Alfery, www.christinealfery.net
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Paula Schulz has taught students in kindergarten, college, and a few grades in between. She is involved with the Poetry People in Waukesha and lives with her husband, Greg, in Slinger, Wisconsin.
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barbsteff:
Great interpretation from a terrific painting.
Posted 03/29/2019 05:40 PM
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lisav:
So lovely!
Posted 03/28/2019 11:46 AM
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Jo:
Beautiful, Paula.
such striking images.
Posted 03/28/2019 11:01 AM
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MLove:
I had to look that one up. Great example. I love the interpretation!
Posted 03/28/2019 09:35 AM
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michael escoubas:
As a Monet fan, Paula, I really like this. Wonderful painting and ekphrastic response. Congratulations.
Posted 03/28/2019 08:32 AM
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wordartdjc:
Ah, Spring. How sweet it is
Posted 03/28/2019 08:28 AM
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Larry Schug:
I saw the painting in the words before I scrolled down to the image.
Posted 03/28/2019 06:49 AM
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