March 27, 2012

• Chalk & Children  

  
  

  The poetry anthology that we’ve been working out of for years… well, we’re running down to the end.  We started with colored pencils, then moved to watercolor, then moved to chalk… and I’m starting to look forward to the end… and at the same time, dreading it.  Should I move to the next book of poetry I printed off, or should I start this one over again?  Believe you me, there is PLENTY here to keep us busy… and I’ve forgotten a good portion of the (((two hundred-some))) poems in this anthology.  Not sure yet.

  The Falling Star
  by Sara Teasdale, 1884-1933
  
  I saw
  a star
  slide down
  the sky

  Blinding 
  the north
  as it went by,

  too burning
  and
  too quick to hold,

  too lovey
  to be bought 
  or sold,

  Good
  only to
  make wishes on

  And then
  forever
  to be gone.
   
  NoTe:  I don’t like Sara Teasdale.  She says too much in too few words.  That’s not poetic – to wax poetic is to USE words – many, many words – to paint spoken imagery.  This is just annoying.  And I think our pictures are showing it.  Another reason why it might be nice to move up to the next level, next time.  We’ll see… there are still a few left, you know…

  BTW, I spent the weekend trying (rather futilely) to Kindle-ize my Nook.  I think it influenced my art.  For the record.  Hahahahahahaha.  Have fun trying to find the shooting stars…!
  

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