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13 Artful Projects to Converge Upon the Canas

1. Arts & Crafts tutorials 2. More Downloadable Stationary 3. More Writing & Art Prompts 4. Write A Verse A Day Challenge 5. Poartry 6. Arts Trading Card e-mail swap 7. New “departments” categories for the homepage & blog. 8. Tapestry of Humanity 9. Illuminiaries (visual poetry “books”) 10. Revamp & Revise Stories 11. A.R.T finds a home 12. More Poets 13._______.(fill in the blank–suggest a project!)

vase on the “potter’s wheel”

vase by onecanvasonesoul
vase, a photo by onecanvasonesoul on Flickr.

This is the poem that is found in the vase:

My terra cotta heart
kneads your love to grow
I beseech you to raise
me up
my empty vessel
may hold your water
and never thirst again.
(c) j.ajabad 2012

This piece occured in well pieces. The first line came when I was on my way home from the grocery store about a year ago actually. I scribbled the piece in my P.S and set it aside for a future poem. I came back to it last year when I was going through this “concrete” poem phase. The first line made me think of a potter’s wheel so I altered the “O” and proceeded to write the poem.

Eventually this poem found its away into my art journal in the midst of green acrylic paint, distressed ink, and paper flowers. This poem started out as a simple line which I put a side for later use and it took on its own shape much like a vessel on a potter’s wheel.

 

Lighthouse

“Winter Storm” Image courtesy of Evgeni Dinev/FreeDigitalphotos.net

I know not the sum
of moments
which cause the winds
to whisk me away,
or cerulean waves to siege my vessel
tossing me further out to sea
on this voyage we call life.
Yet there is a Lighthouse
standing upon the shore
its beams waving
with guiding hands
lovingly leading
and carrying me
toward the peace of greener pastures.

(c)j.ajabad 2012

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One night last month, I couldn’t sleep. I was tossing and turning like a boat tosses about on the ocean, when the word lighthouse came to mind. The word gave me immediate peace. Then a poem came to mind and I was propelled to write a poem.

The Write Idea

The Write Idea by onecanvasonesoul
The Write Idea, a photo by onecanvasonesoul on Flickr.
Sometimes our creativity needs a jump start just like the battery of a car. However, a writing prompt can often hinder the spontaneity of the creative process. Above is a piece of Canvas Stationary with a check box list of options for the pen. Maybe it’s still intrusive to the creative process or maybe it isn’t. Either way its goal is meant to get the pen moving and you writing.
There are about 10 potential prompts on this check list. I chose to write about my most vivid dream. Below I wrote one stanza in the space below. It read:
“I remember a house
of a Victorian nature
whose key was lost…”
I had this dream when I was maybe 9 years old. I was in this weird house that I had never seen before. For some reason I was frantically looking for some key. I didn’t know what it was to or the reason. Nevertheless, I was determined to do so. What I remembered most about that dream was the resolve to find that key was with me upon waking. I searched for it in my desk and a few minutes later realized…there wasn’t any key, it had been a dream. I never have forgotten that dream. I sometimes remember that “lost key” when I feel, in a word, lost.
This writing excercise made me realize that even though writing prompts are prescribed or prewritten, what we generate are still our own pieces. After all every journey begins somewhere and writing is no different.
What is your opinion about writing prompts?
Love Write,
j.ajabad 2012

Whose Voice Speaks

These words trickle down

like the falling rain

I hear a voice

and then a scratching, scratching scratching

like the point of a pen converging with the page

which dialect is being spoken

my ears are open

to hear

my eyes are open to read

to whom am I listening to

a speaker

or an author?

(c) j.ajabad 2012

Poétique morceau: Verses of Heritage & A Pen’s Dialects.

Someday I would like to expand on my spanish and learn one or two other languages. Here I “scribbled” a verse and decided to use my online translator for three of the languages which represent my heritage (most of which are represented in this post.) As you can probably tell I like the ink stained heart(c) concept. It’s one of the main categories here on Canvas Poetry and was the name of my second blog a few years ago or so. I also wrote a poem which I never posted. Most recently though I decided to experiement with this concept using a few different languages. Here they are typed. Maybe I should try saying them.  I especially liked the French word for poetry in this line: poetique. It sounds better than poetry. Anyways enjoy the different versions of this line. I may write lengthen the piece later on, I haven’t decided yet.

my heart is stained with poetic inks smeared by the hands of time.

Mon coeur est tachée avec encres poétique traînées par les mains du temps.

Il mio cuore è tinto con inchiostri poetico chiudendolo con le mani di tempo.

ang aking puso ay marumi sa patula inks na smeared sa pamamagitan ng mga kamay ng oras.

Translator!

(c)j.ajabad 20212

 

Flow

The tides rush in

over my toes

the foam is soothing

the water caresses

as the sun sinks

dust stirs into wake

my eyes treading

upon poetic motion

a flowing rushing cinquian.

(c). j.ajabad 2012

Rest Now Little Chick

How fragile is life–

I’ve seen it dangle  there

like a thread

a feathered child

left its nest

never knew much of the world

except for the safety of its humble home

and Momma’s warmth

maybe it was curiosity

maybe he was weak in flight

but this morning he lost his chirp

his vulnerable body taken

such is the cycle of life

or is?

Rest now little robin

you shall not struggle

for food or flight.

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Life is fragile

a precious creation

a gift

no matter your age

or your species

let’s remember this

our time here is rather short.

(c) j.ajabad 2012

Symmetrical Fortress

Symmetrical fortress

These birds are architects

of varying breeds and color

building symmetrical fortresses to house their young

and reside in safety.

poem & photo by (c) j.ajabad 2012

Poetic Scrap

The hollows operate in tedium. (poetic scraps vol 3) (c)j.ajabad 2012