I have watched my father draw all my life. He is still doing it in his 80’s. I marvel at how he creates shapes with ink dots. One of his favorite subjects is trees.
I am using Amy Ludwig VanDerwater’s book Poems are Teachers and following her posts on The Poem Farm to prompt my students writing every day. She has opened padlets for each prompt, so my students are posting on these.
Poem number 3 was a mask poem. She tells what a mask poem is here.
I wrote alongside my students, so today’s poem is not ekphrasis but a mask poem from the point of view of the artist.
The Artist
I begin with an image
a photograph, a landscape,
a walk outside.Drawn to the space
between light and dark,
I trace a line, soft and simple.As time stands still,
my hand moves, dabbles, dots
until a shape appears.Art is a way of seeing,
a definition from my eyes,
a miracle of my hands.Margaret Simon, (c) 2018
Today is the first Thursday, and a group of fellow bloggers link up and share our spiritual journeys.
The theme for this month is Poetry as a Spiritual Practice. If I were to analyze word choice in my poetry, I would find many words that speak to the spirit, words like miracle, grace, sacred, God, and love. The spirit breathes through these words. I am forever grateful for the gift of writing, for I believe it is a spiritual gift. I am not alone when I write. The Holy Spirit guides my hand. Poetry is a spiritual practice.
On Good Friday last week, I was moved by Psalm 22 to write my own psalm. I am reposting it here as a response to Carol’s call for today’s posts.
Deus, Deus meus
My God, my God, why have you forgiven me?
The toll of the cardinal song
echoes You are my child.
Long ago, I carried a child in my own womb
felt her heart beat with mine,
felt the soft body roll inside.
Is this how you love me, God?
I held the hand of his father
as he passed into your light.
I let go of his quiet strength.
Is this how you love me, God?
When I think on these things,
I can know kindness.
I can hear stillness in the noise.
I can feel love in the bird’s song.
When you are near me, God,
My soul lives for you.
–Margaret Simon (c) 2018