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napowrimo #26 (the poem)

April 26, 2010

The history of this doodle (oil pastel on paper, 18X24) is here (it’s a poetry prompt). I have no idea why I drew a bluebird (I am usually more crow). I have no idea why the sun looks like a bird (or a seahorse?). The mountains are mountains and the land is the land. The river does what rivers do. The lines across the water look some like sutures. There is no sky in the drawing (I just noticed that as I’m typing here). A sun. But no sky. OK. Who knows what will become of today’s draft for NaPoWriMo! Here goes …




*To be continued. Turns out this is a 2-part poem. I don’t have it in my to write part 2 today. Especially since part 1 needs to be fleshed out more. As a reader, I need to know more about poor Bluebird’s troubles. As the poet, I need to figure out if Sun will come or not (though the current title suggests he will).

The doodle is the first piece of visual “art” I’ve attempted on my own in nearly a year. I did art with a friend a few times this winter, but I’ve mostly been avoiding it. This isn’t an artistic accomplishment of any sort, but I did get a little thrill out of visiting that part of my brain. Maybe I’ll visit it again sometime.

Tally: 29.0 = 9.5 RWP + 15.5 PAD + 4.0 Book of Kells. (Target is now 33.)

  1. April 26, 2010 5:04 pm

    It’s exciting to see your sketch, and I love the two-part and, of course, the bird.

  2. April 26, 2010 8:59 pm

    Bluebirds love eating oranges nailed to trees, too…

    I like where this is going.

  3. April 26, 2010 11:28 pm

    Carolee –

    Great piece here. I do hope you will post the part 2.

    LI was looking through and love your acrylic work. The expression on the face of the orange tomcat is fantastic!

    If I wasn’t buried in dental bills right now, I’d purchase one. I like the Orange Tom and the Siamese with the big eyes. They both really appeal to me… 😉


  4. April 27, 2010 2:17 am

    I’m looking forward to Part 2, as well. Oil pastels make wonderfully rich drawings, and apparently they make rich poems too

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