Posted in April 2019, Ekphrastic Poetry, NaPoWriMo 2019

“The Starry Night”

“The Starry Night” painting by Vincent Van Gogh 1889
“The Starry Night” painting by Vincent Van Gogh in 1889

Down below

We dont really know

What swirls above

And dwells thereof

In that starry night

That lies beyond our sight

Among the clouds of white

Floating in a sea of blue

Are things hidden from our view

We can dream and contemplate

Research, study and debate

Yet we’ll not truly know my friend

Until our life reaches its earthly end

Ekphrastic

#NaPoWriMo 2019–Day 22–Prompt: write an Ekphrastic Poem

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Posted in Ekphrastic Poetry, January 2018

Joyful

Happiness—Willow Tree Angel figurine

The Angel of Happiness came

Whirling and twirling, and she

Sent fear and sorrow to hide.

Singing with heart full of joy,

Praising the Lord God above,

Dancing with arms open wide,

She showed me how to live,

In peace and sweet harmony,

At morning and eventide.

Ekphrastic

Posted in Ekphrastic Poetry, November 2015

“When Dreams Become Reality”

Ekphrastic poem about a drawing of a mixtape cover
Original Poetry by Leona J. Atkinson ©2015
Original Artwork by Victoria Noelle Marcin ©2014
When Dreams Become Reality Mixtape by MARCIN ©2014

An EKPHRASTIC is a poem that tells about a painting or photograph so as to describe it visually–no particular form.
I wrote this poem to describe my grand-son’s first mixtape cover which was drawn by my grand-daughter.
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MARCIN is an Underground Unsigned Rapper & Engineer Creator & Owner Of The Fvck Muzic Records

Established In Portland, Oregon
Visit his website Marcin Muzic or listen “When Dreams Become Reality” Mixtape free on Soundcloud.

Posted in Ekphrastic Poetry, November 2013, November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2013, Ode--Irregular, Rhyme

An Ode to an Old Friend

The Pink ChairYou sat there with me, in good times and bad,
Sometimes you were the closest friend, in the natural, that I had.
You supported me when I needed to weep, and
You often held me until I fell asleep.
With you, I would spend time, either alone or with family,
thinking, praying, reading, studying or just dreaming about a future journey.
You always went with me each time I moved,
and because of you my life much improved.
I’d curl up so cozily in your place,
and God would meet me in that space.
He’d talk to me in my head, or remind me in His word, of things He’d said.
It was with you that I learned so many things,
about how to reach out and share my blessings.
You were always there to comfort and hold,
even though you were becoming very old.
Your age made you look a bit worn out,
but in your ability to stand firm I did not doubt.
But then the time came that I had to let you go,

How I’d manage without you, I did not know.
At that time I no longer had the room nor space,
And I let you go on to another place.
Someone else took you in for their own,
and I am sure gave you a great new home.
But I just wanted to tell you that I miss you so,
and wish I wouldn’t have had to let you go.
It may sound funny, but it is oh, so true,
Old Pink Chair, I really miss you !

Ode-Irregular—Ekphrastic Poem
Leona J. Atkinson  11-11-13