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depictions by the rule of thirds; descriptions mostly freestyle words
Easter haibun – risen
It was the bird that made it all come clear. At first the silhouette was undistinguished from the foreground shadowing but once my eyes were accustomed to the gloom, it had evidently been there all the time, roosting amongst bare branches. Rather sleek, with a beak firmly closed; a distinctly silent messenger. Neither corvid nor dove but something akin to a sunbird perhaps. After all it too is there – the solar disc; some while after daybreak and emitting from the eastern horizon, a warm sienna cast for a woodland scene.
I follow the direction of the bird, through the tracery of twig and canopy and can see a most unique house. Very tall with an arch doorway and roof with distinctive triangular flaps, like a traditional Dutch lace cap. And behind the bokeh blur of sun, an unmistakable cross and spire ascends to the heavens carrying the hopes and aspirations of the Spring renewal.
Archive images relegated for trash are superimposed one upon another and meld into murkiness. Tweaks and edits bring forth the shapes which the gestalt tendency of mind fixes to the canvas. And from such roots, the spirit rises in symbols.
trees summon the bud
tipped bronze by gathering light
wishing I could paint
Taking inspiration from my photoart for an Easter haibun (of sorts) and joining Poetry Pantry
33 Comments on “Easter haibun – risen”
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Wishing I could paint… love that!
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Really do wish it too!
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You paint beautifully with words..so much so that i was transported to than magical glen and could feel the life in that bird
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As always appreciate your sensitivity – thank you
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Breathtaking..!!
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❤
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The Easter spirit REALLY rises through your well ‘painted’ poem! Lovely haibun!
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Lovely comment Mary – makes my spirit rise!
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I agree my friend…you paint brilliantly with picture and word…fascinating image ending with a beautiful haiku!
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The image literally rose out of multiple overlays in picasa so really appreciate your words Donna
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Awesome haibun
Happy Easter
Much love…
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Thank you Gillena and hope your Easter is full of joy
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I love the bird with beak closed….a silent messenger. Wonderful haibun! Love the haiku.
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Had to do a lot of interpreting as to its message Sherry 😉
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I like the contrasts between the clarity of the bird and the bokeh blur and it all coming down to making you wish that you could paint. Lovely pondering piece.
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Fabulous feedback and analysis so thank you for that
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You are welcome. Thank you for such a thought-provoking piece 😉
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Aren’t we all do wish we could paint… you’ve got some lovely experience out in the open. Wonderful capture of the bird as it sits there before your eyes. 🙂
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Some of us can paint & some just try it with words – thank you for your comment
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had to look up haibun
‘ending with a meanigful murmur’
tick!
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A challenge for me I’ll admit
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Love the idea of finally seeing something that had been there all along.
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Especially as it was my photoart to begin with!
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Even if we can’t paint our eyes take it in and luckily like you we can put in to words as beautiful as any painting.
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And maybe some painters wish to write poetry
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This is excellent descriptive writing.
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many thanks for that Kerry – your comment inspired me to write for the Imaginary Garden today 😉
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You perceived a reality below the first appearence .
Grand art, Laura
Love ❤
Michel
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merci Michel – poetry lies beneath the paint 😉
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A few weeks ago, I came upon a quote by a famous artist who was wishing he could make poems. I think most creative endeavors are poems in the making. Here you have the image and the poem complete. And those hidden surprises are just that much more magical,
Elizabeth
https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2016/03/27/water-and-words/
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I do love words but envy and admire the gift of painting ultimately – still, making the best of what we have is good enough!
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Oh, your last line made me smile! (Me too.) Luckily you can paint with words.
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trying not to make the last ‘meaningful murmur’ a complaint Rosemary
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