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watching paint

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I love to laze on summer days

as brush strokes slip

and bristles drip –

a front door is transformed from grey

to vibrant red, or cobalt blue

enhancing life with changing hue

 

the Forth Bridge glistens in the sky

Van Gogh’s sunflowers burn the eye,

Renoir’s ladies laze and lie

a palette knife spreads thickly by

 

a laden brush of silky oil

from flakiest white to deep Mars Black

Purple Madder, Baroque Red,

Quinacridone Violet, Prussian Blue,

Pthalo Green, Lapis too

Naples Yellow, Ultramarine,

Vermillion and Viridian

Gamboge,  Umber, Rose Dore 

Naphol Red or sepia grey

Cerulean, Alizarin, Violet

Titanium, Umber, Scarlet Lake

I stretch, I dream, I sniff, I sigh

I always love to watch paint dry.

 

◄ chocolate shoes

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Fkx

Wed 22nd Jun 2011 13:53

Anne, this is a breathtaking poem! I loved witnessing the pigments move about and fuse then dry... very visual and very moving. If there were a fave tab on this site, this would be flagged as such. Thanks for sharing.

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Julian (Admin)

Tue 14th Jun 2011 12:07

Wonderful, Ann. I felt the eat reflecting off the drying paint.
You really must not brush off everyone's praise nor gloss over your accomplishment, Ann. I remebner once buying Farrow and Ball paint called dead salmon, oddly.

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Elaine Booth

Mon 13th Jun 2011 22:31

What beautiful colours you paint here. Not heard many of these names in a while - so evocative, they conjour up for me so many painters and paintings. And what a lovely play on words in you last line. A real pleasure to read. XX

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Dave Bradley

Mon 13th Jun 2011 14:40

Enjoyed this Ann. Made me feel the sun on an overcast day

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Isobel

Sun 12th Jun 2011 19:47

... and I watch the weeds grow... not much loving it but enjoying the inactivity. Your poem catches that - together with a love of life and all its colours. x

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Ann Foxglove

Sun 12th Jun 2011 18:52

Thanks all. The poem derived from a lovely writing group I go to - subject for the last meeting - being boring - so thought of watching paint dry and how that might not really be boring after all!

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sun 12th Jun 2011 14:49

I Like this very much; you capture 'essence' so well in all you do. IMO, the second stanza might be omitted. I think the intimacy of your intense joy in physically 'painting' is not much enhanced with those references. But I do realize you may be thinking of 'artistic camaraderie'. Title is superb, a real eye-catcher.

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Sun 12th Jun 2011 14:30

false modesty - you're bristling with pride !

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Ann Foxglove

Sun 12th Jun 2011 12:46

I thought it just needed brushing up a bit actually! ;)

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Sun 12th Jun 2011 11:54

.....it's easely one of yer best :)

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Ann Foxglove

Sat 11th Jun 2011 22:35

Thanks Francine - I never noticed! Might have a bit of a change about tomorrow!

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Francine

Sat 11th Jun 2011 21:24

This is so expressive and beautiful... flows like a work of art!
I love all of the unique colour names.

p.s. You must love Scarlet Lake - you mentioned it three times!

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Greg Freeman

Sat 11th Jun 2011 08:48

A paean to the transforming powers of paint, and also to the restorative power of not doing very much ... just watching paint dry. Enjoyed this very much, Ann.

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