Poetry Inspired by Monet “Water Lilies” Challenge #1

https://www.artic.edu/artworks/16568/water-lilies by Claude Monet

Michigan Water Lilies by Rachel Ashcraft

The water lilies are not the ones by Monet, I’ve seen hanging in the museum
Covered in glass
made only to glimmer by the reflective light, 
fingerprint smudged as if someone thought to reach in and pluck one
 - pull it up and out of the water, attached to the silt 
like an umbilical cord

The ones I hold are real in a small dirtied dammed pond on a capsized canoe
And we break the pads from their stems and cut the stems from the silt 
And we think that to drink the water through the stems will take out all the bacteria
And it tastes likes fish scales and the scent of snakes, 
And I know you’re lying when you tell me we’re survivalists
And the sun catches you and I think of drinking milkshakes in Santa Claus, Indiana with you
And I pretend this lily-straw we’ve made, because you’ve watched too much Crocodile Hunter, is made of paper and the water is chocolate
 and I don’t think of all the little things that call it home. 
I don’t think of that at all.


Twitter: @RachCraftsTales

A Letter to Monet by Kevin DeLaney

you're supposed
to feel things
behind beauty
there is supposed
to be pain.
but when
I look at you
I feel nothing.
I don't feel weight.
I don't feel broken
or any sort of sad.
I don't even feel
thankful.
I don't feel
like fucking or
any sort of heat.
I hardly feel strange.
when I read you,
I am coherent
and I can remember
my own name,
and that is not
supposed to happen.
I should feel
some sense of death,
and I feel none
but sincerely,
there is no shame...
it's not you,
it's me
at least
your work
is pretty.

Twitter: @kpdela

The Pond of Life by Vipanjeet Kaur

A dream-like pond mirrors Life 
like a glass painting:
A microcosm of the cosmos
and of human life;
An image of the illusive world;

A dark water palate 
reflecting loneliness of Life
where mix, merge and emerge
coloured dreams of Life –
The turquoise of the sky and
silver grey of clouds 
painting the centre,
The tree top olives colouring 
its bankless margins;

A backdrop for unfolding
the play of Life –
Enacted in the foreground by
Water lilies-red, pink and white-
The majestic aquatic autumn beauties
Shining like stars and fireflies,
Twinkling, illuminating and dotting
the dull sky-like surface.

Standing upright with slender stalks
on the circular plates of green leaves
after shedding impurities of Life;
Emerging immaculately from the mud of life;
Dreaming of rebirth and resurgence;
Deep in meditation or sleep
within their enclosed petals
like souls seeking redemption.

Opening the cup of petals at night,
like seekers awakening from trances
bearing the enlightened light
and effulgence of moonlight,
and worthy of partaking nectar of purity,
They bloom and embalm
the darkness of night
giving wholeness to the transient Life.


Bio: Ms. Vipanjeet Kaur from India is a poet fond of writing poems on various themes like nature, women empowerment, self, spiritualism and life.  Her haikus have been featured in the international online journals like Haiku Dialogue of The Haiku Foundation, The Haiku Pond, The Cold Moon Journal and the Scarlet Dragonfly Journal and her micropoetry has been published in the Five Fleas (Itchy Poetry). She has also read research papers on the topics of Literature, Human Rights and Women Empowerment in a few national seminars and international conferences. 
She can be followed on Twitter @vjpoeticmusings.  
wordpress website: https://vjpoeticmusings.com 


An Impressionist's Perspective by Pasithea Chan

Who needs an eye when holding a brush
with a heart full of love to paint beauty?
Why reminisce beauty when you can witness-
love’s purity and experience its peaceful bliss?
 
You don’t have to be Hercules’-
Amalfi to understand a lover’s agony-
or sympathize with Melite’s envy.
Death does not distinguish between 
lament for lovers or unrequited love.
 
Only an impressionist seeks clarity to be free 
from a sky that pulls aspirations with memory.
His brush pulls lives into a scene with sentiments.
Only a cataract eye overridden by artistic mentality
leaves out trees’ shadows haunting reflections. 
that haunt lovers’ souls before waters.
 
The pond’s waters pulled Monet with its lilies-
pulling the river from rushing back.
His brush joined them in their colorful strokes
to sing life’s it is what it is peacefully.
Today he invites thee to be like him free
of interpretations held in minds & simile.
 
Monet’s Water Lilies’ Pond shuts down a sky 
crowded with echoes of lost wishes and goodbye.
Let its blue hues carry you on its lilies’ tunes 
to where Alice lives on with your impressions
on the beauty of living in the present.  

A Poetry Showcase with Pasithea Chan (September 2022)

Changing Light on Water by Louise Longson
"Colours pursue me like a constant worry. They even worry me in my sleep." 
(Claude Monet, December 1914)

A cold brush of sleet stipples 
the windows with sound, tapping
in the grey-rose dawn. A dream-
jumbled code of unsolved impressions
 
lays wresting, half-forgotten 
on the tip of my vision, hesitating 
like a horse refusing to jump. Broken 
now into blurred, incoherent shades,

the cool-blue world seems far away, far
from familiar; increasingly coloured in red
and sepia tones, even as the winter-soft
yellow light washes over the waking day


Bio: A qualified psychotherapist, Louise Longson works remotely from her home in a small village for a charity that offers a listening service to people whose physical and emotional distress is caused by loneliness and historic trauma. Not having to go into the office since the start of the pandemic in 2020(a 2 hour plus round trip) allowed her the time and headspace to write. She has since been widely published in print and online. She is the author of the chapbooks Hanging Fire (Dreich Publications, 2021) and Songs from the Witch Bottle; cytoplasmic variations (Alien Buddha Press, 2022). Her poems contain themes of trauma, abuse, loneliness, grief and loss, seen through the twin prisms of myth and nature.


Monet With Water Passes By Me by Maid Čorbić 

I am unaware again
that my life has no more ravages
only my hopes still stand
to be an old man
and to strive for my dreams

I know I have to be so strong.
because the meaning of life for me is
to save myself from hell
and that every day I strive just to be
all that I am and am not

I know that my fate hangs in the balance.
but that monet has become all to me.
because without him I am nobody and nothing.
and I have to make all my wishes come true.
while my body swirled at the bottom

and I am ready to sign my agreement
as long as the soul is still looking for its own sea
because without him I became an ordinary man,
a desire for direction and a goal that has become irrelevant
all because of the children's black game!


Bio: Maid Corbic from Tuzla, 22 years old. In his spare time he writes poetry that repeatedly
praised as well as rewarded. He also selflessly helps others around him, and he is moderator
of the World Literature Forum WLFPH (World Literature Forum Peace and Humanity) for
humanity and peace in the world in Bhutan. 

The Lilies by Thasia Anne Lunger

The Lilie's 
never
give up
They float
and bloom
They refuse
to go under 
The lilie's
have learned
how to 
stay calm
and persevere   

A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Thasia Anne Lunger

Monet/Hockney haiku by Ivor Daniel

I am so seduced
by your water lilies I
take my glasses off

squint and look deeper.
More like water lilies than
actual lilies

like Hockney’s big splash
pools look more like swimming pools
than swimming pools do.  

Inspired by Bob Dylan poetry by Ivor Daniel

Blue Moon by Marianne Tefft
Blue Moon appeared in the Spring 2022 issue of Literary Cocktail Magazine in May 2022. 

You splashed your watercolors  
Across my stony heart 
Like Monet in his garden  
You made me your work of art 
With perfect lines and sketches  
You knew just where to start 
By sunrise I was dreaming  
We’d never be apart 
 
All your shades and shadows  
Painted pictures in my mind 
A brilliant fairytale that came 
Once upon a time 
Never-ending rainbows  
Telling stories line by line 
By sunset I was dreaming  
Of our Technicolor night 
 
Like chalk dust on a rainy street 
Love slipped through our frame 
No dashing knight to count on 
No pot of gold to claim 
No longer close by my side 
You still come now and then 
The album in my mind’s eye 
Tells me where and when 
I’ll see you again 
Blue Moon 

Water Lilies Ballet by Jacqueline P. Dempsey-Cohen

A frolic of dustlight
a merriment of sunlight
slowly deliquesce 
into arabesques of color
violet shimmer, cobalt gleam
cadmium yellow, viridian green 
tonal mist glimmers the air 
a playful pirouette of pigment
sending sense of sunlight asunder
Yet below, quiet wonder,
a muted requiem of hue
cobalt swirls with palest blue
vermillion fades to rose
A delicate dance
in shadowed depths
Sunlight plundered.

twitter @boscoedempsey

A Monet haiku and monoku by Lev Hart
#1
sunny afternoon
         painting the light 
within Water Lilies

#2
art gallery        visitors lost        amid Water Lilies

bio: Lev Hart, having lived on this planet for 69 years,
is becoming impatient with the tardiness of his
rescue ship. Meanwhile he has majored in English,
worked with homeless people, moved to the Gulf of
Aqaba, and returned to Canada. His beloved and he
have been together almost forever.



The Water Lilies in Claude Monet's Mind as I Feel Grave by David L O'Nan

A whole, a dump, I worship in my sadness. 
To be a flower that is not dead in this dark room where my mind has shed.
I feel like I cannot break any further as my body hits the water.
Caution: the water is too cool.  But it looks warm enough to me.
A blue day reflects through the trees and my eyes obey the power of the water lilies.

The fears begin to fade, although I have not moved from my internal shade.
I have dreamt myself into a Garden, I have began to feel Giverny.
You hear the echoed voices from outside from the unruly. 
Tune them out and swim in my friend!  Your only true friend right now is the imagination and escape.
I have deleted out the traumas of my past, my current, my midnight tremors.
I have held the water lily in my hand and worshiped to the gods of art, of beauty.  

Repaired.  In a sweet dream. Kidnapped away to the Water Gardens. 
A blink out of the trance.    Neglected.  The dream vanishes.   I want back my Paradise.   Another dream some other night....hopefully Monet will haunt me again.  

Two Haikus by Jessica Swafford

1)
Pink water lilies
gone - gasp as frog quickly leaps
safe from my big foot

(2)
dragonflies gather
quiet multitudes swarming
water lilies gone

A Super Deluxe Poetry Showcase from David L O’Nan (from several books pt 1)


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A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Thasia Anne Lunger

with Thasia Anne Lunger:

Q1: When did you start writing and first influences and biggest influences currently?

Thasia: In seventh grade a lady from the Erie School district came in and told us to write a poem for a city wide writing sampler. I had never written a poem.  Our teacher said to just write about something happy or sad.                                                                  I wrote about the young man across the street with three younger brothers who was recently killed in Vietnam. My first poem, which was included in the sampler was called WAR.

War

We go to our hill
where the wind blows
the still lavender flowers
straight and tall
for a world so small

The men in Vietnam
out there dropping bombs
with them ends peace
wont this war ever cease?

They are tired
of fighting
of dying
of everlasting crying

So we go to our hill
Where the wind blows
the still lavender flowers

Q2: Any pivotal moment when you knew you wanted to be a writer?

Thasia: In 1990 after escaping serious domestic violence, I started keeping the poems I wrote. A counselor from my past suggested I share them at a local women’s shelter. That began my career of helping abuse survivors understand they are not alone.                         I also went to Edinboro University to become a social worker so I could help more women.

Q3: Who has helped you most with writing?

Thasia: Early on in the 1990’s I met Craig Czury from the eastern side of Pennsylvania, he suggested I start hanging out in coffee shops and write about everything. I did that, and started reading in said coffee shops, and at rallies for domestic violence.

Q4: Where did you grow up and how did that influence your writing & did any travels away from home influence your work?

Thasia: I grew up in Erie, Pennsylvania, and basically have always lived within a fifty mile radius. I have been to Florida, Ohio, New York, California, Maine, Arizona, Texas, and all those in between. I have been privileged to read in most of those states.

I also write romance novels and they are all based in my surrounding communities.

Q5: What do you consider your most meaningful work you’ve done creatively so far to you?

Thasia:

I have a poetry collection on the subject of domestic violence which has a warning signs list and National Hotline numbers for help.                                          That is titled; Subtle Shade of Bruise

What I am most proud of though; is my live yearly performance show now headed into year 12. It is named Women of Word with a few Man Made Words, or WOW for short. I have a troop of about ten poets who I will tell them; this year I need poems on domestic violence, PTSD, disabilities, and homelessness. My poets send me what they have on those subjects and I weave the poetry into conversations. Then we do short vignettes on those subjects. A narrator takes the audience from one scene to the next. The narrator will also inject facts and figures on those subjects.                                               It has grown substantially over the years to include a dance troop who creates dances to mimic my visions on the subjects we are covering. Sarah Foster dancing to Sounds of Silence, the Disturbed version, immediately after two veterans shared their poetry on suicide, never leaves a dry eye.

Q6: Favorite activities to relax?

Thasia: I love attending art gallery functions and poetry readings.

My other favorite relaxing activity is driving in the country. My husband and I are looking for a country property with some acreage..

Q7: What is a favorite line/stanza from a writing of yours or others?

Thasia: My hero is Maya Angelou and I love:  STILL I RISE          https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qviM_GnJbOM

Everything Maya, as she too was a survivor of horrendous abuse. I use her spirit as a lantern through my darkness.

Q8: What kind of music do you enjoy? Favorite musical artists, influences, songs that inspire.

Thasia: I love writing while listening to certain music. I like most genres.. It depends on my mood. Music to write to is Ben Harper, Winter is for Lovers, or believe it or not, a compilation of the music from Crocodile Dundee! I love the didgeridoo and nuances.

I also really love Jonny Lang and his Turn Around album. It is chocked full of positive messages.

Q9: Any recent or forthcoming projects that you’d like to promote?

Thasia: Every March I do another WOW during Women’s History Month. I already have a theme and direction for the new one. A poet that has been with me from the beginning is now wheelchair bound. Each year I try to have her onstage the entire show. She interjects her comments and humor between scenes. For 2021 she was acting as a mental health counselor. 2022 Heidi Blakeslee will be behind a bar, and her poetry will be interjected advice to patrons.

I am currently promoting my two romance novels as steamy Christmas gifts and will immediately go into promoting them as steamy Valentines day gifts. The titles are; Check Mates loosely based on the old reality show Cheaters! And then Horse Sense based on my extensive knowledge of horses, and the history of Shadeland Manor in Springboro, Pa.

Bonus Question: Are there any funny memories that you can recall during your writing journey or creative journey?

Thasia: I facilitated a poetry writing workshop for seniors. And one older gal kept muttering she didn’t know why she was there. She couldn’t write poetry. I went through my whole gambit of enlightenment, and then walked the group through a portrait poem. When we got to her she read hers like a poet with enthusiasm and joy. When she finished she said; “I am a poet!”

Thank you so much for this opportunity to share what is happening in my Poetess life.

Links & Bio:

thasiaanne.com        Thasia Anne Poetess/ Author

Thasia Anne Lunger is my Facebook name, please feel free to connect with me.

Thasia Anne is an Erie Pennsylvania poet who has been writing and reading since the 90’s. She has six books of poetry published through Alien Buddha Press, 5 Acre Press, and Guerilla Geneses Press. To date, she has 2 romance titles released. Check Mates and Horse Sense both through Alien Buddha Press.

As well as writing, she also has a TV show that airs on Cable Access Media. The program is called, Poetry, Prose, and Personalities, and her husband Bear is the videographer.

Her poetry production show WOW, which stands for Women of Word with a Few Man Made Words has been WOWing people for eleven years.

For WOW, Thasia collaborates with a local dance troop, Sovereign Ballet. The dancers, headed by Christina Maria, take the song suggestions from Thasia and create a beautiful moving interpretation that coincides with a poetry theme.

She may be retired, but she is still extremely active in the poetry community heading up a select group of poets for 100 Thousand Poets for Change. She facilitated a free poetry workshop in Albion and led a group of established poets for the Albion Fair. In the spring she led a group of female poets for an event called Healing Through Art at Artlore Studio, and weeks later read her poems at Artlore about Women’s Suffrage during their mannequin display show.

Together with her beloved husband Bear, Thasia Anne has 15 Grandchildren, and 4 Great Grandchildren.

4 Poems by Thasia Anne Lunger

people walking on sidewalk during night time
Image from Unsplash
Train Station

From our first cry
on a cold sterile 
delivery room table 
to the last deep inhale
We are all on a long dark train
We stop    get off
stretch our legs
We get back on
hoping for a better destination
We stop to enjoy
a little life here
a lot of life there
always aware that we are still on board
At points in time
the engine is dragging us
up the mountain passes
with those giant driving
wheels slipping and sliding
to stay on track
Other times we train our eyes on the trestle
during the tight and terrifying turns
The locomotive provides motivation
to forward motion
Until that day
when our engine 
puffs and steams us 
toward the big station in the sky

This Place

This new life
opposite from where
I crept out of
poverty
and bleakness
I fought and kept pushing
through
I wouldn’t stop
so
with wings I flew
I 
would
not
settle
My once fragile self
was now made of metal
I learned
I grew
I exchanged
most of the people I knew
With a grateful heart
I still have a chosen few
I am 
in a position now
to teach and train
people
that you do deserve the best
Do not accept
like the rest
of the crowd
Capture the wind
fly from deaths bite
carve out a great life
like a grin in a great pumpkin
I am here
to say;
My best life yet
is in this place
where I am content and free


Death

Yeah, though I walk through the valley of death
I feel evil trying to cause me fear
Come on Satan; come over here, 
try to get a piece of me
I will not take it
I am not forsaken
Death   is a doorway
Not a tomb
I have been tested
time and again
And been blessed
by the rest of my untold story
To know me
is to know the glory
of truth and goodness
a kindness and blindness to ones faults
Which results in 
having a tigress for a friend
One who helps you through to the end 
of troubles or worries
or sudden proverbial flurries
of life's strife
So, I say to hell with the valley
Death is only halfway up the stairway to heaven

The Fog

The fog, thicker than combed cotton
with the smell of rotten vegetation
galloped in on thundering hooves
across the rooftops of my mind

The darkness seemed deeper blue
and not as quite true as I’d remembered
I wanted to find a way out
of all the doubt and deception
Sleep had a penchant for pulling me under
the word they use is slumber
It was escape from the Alcatraz of my love

I can still see me picking with torn fingers
Was it at the vision that lingers
or the cement of my marriage cell
crumbling as I clawed out of hell

I have been gone longer than I was caged
I am enraged with myself
that he could still enter my sleep
and slam the door on my cage

But comes the morning
with the lightness and brightness of dawn
My mind slowly, sleepily awakens 
and that cage is long gone 

Bio: Thasia Anne is an Erie Pennsylvania poet who has been writing and reading since the 90’s. She has six books of poetry published through Alien Buddha Press, 5 Acre Press, and Guerilla Geneses Press. To date, she has 2 romance titles released. Check Mates and Horse Sense both through Alien Buddha Press.

As well as writing, she also has a TV show that airs on Cable Access Media. The program is called, Poetry, Prose, and Personalities, and her husband Bear is the videographer.

Her poetry production show WOW, which stands for Women of Word with a Few Man Made Words has been WOWing people for eleven years. 

For WOW, Thasia collaborates with a local dance troop, Sovereign Ballet. The dancers, headed by Christina Maria, take the song suggestions from Thasia and create a beautiful moving interpretation that coincides with a poetry theme. 

She may be retired, but she is still extremely active in the poetry community heading up a select group of poets for 100 Thousand Poets for Change. She facilitated a free poetry workshop in Albion and led a group of established poets for the Albion Fair. In the spring she led a group of female poets for an event called Healing Through Art at Artlore Studio, and weeks later read her poems at Artlore about Women’s Suffrage during their mannequin display show.

Together with her beloved husband Bear, Thasia Anne has 15 Grandchildren, and 4 Great Grandchildren.

Thasia Anne can be reached at   tannetaf@gmail.com
Check out her website at    thasiaanne.com
She is on Facebook as Thasia Anne Lunger 
and has a page  Thasia Anne Poetess/Author
Her books are available on Amazon.com