Showing posts with label French. Show all posts
Showing posts with label French. Show all posts

Monday, November 2, 2015

His Homeland..




















dVerse

Today's Monday haibun is about reflecting on Vincent Van Gogh's painting, "View of the Church of de Mausole". I found this a delightful exercise.



If I were to choose a calendar month for this painting, it would most likely be autumn. But because of the way light from the sun falls on the fields and spreads like butter throughout the sky, it could be Van Gogh's depiction of a spring or summer day..or even a colder, winter scene.

Autumn leaves streak across the sky, or could those be morning cirrus clouds sprayed gold by the rising sun? Perhaps it is a hot afternoon or almost twilight when the sunset melds everything into long shadows and afterglows of the day's mirages.  Would shadows be as prevalent or stretched long if it were painted during the earlier part of the day?  Van Gogh's blues and golds, heavily splashed on canvas, flow like a river, suggest evening-time. But, they seem to reflect the sky in the terrain below. There is no obvious snow and the trees have most of their leaves, so I am leaning toward a late September day.

I am struck by Van Gogh's ability to express such passion so boldly. I am impressed he doesn't appear to hide secrets or hold back his fears, joys and sorrows. I imagine him sitting on a stool not far away, wildly wielding his brushes up and down and across, driven, his clothes splattered in colors of paint and his face awash with red in the heat of his work.

Buoyant solace, mirth
Vincent's French countryside church
overlooking all








Sunday, July 15, 2012

French Twist...Cinema ..poem in honor of Le Quatorze Juillet



This is my first time submitting to http://dversepoets.com.  dVerse Poets PubMy muse was nudged when this week's theme
 caught my eye.  Spanish is my forte, but lately I've the urge to learn French, see France, am attracted to French decor. My poetry form of choice is a series of haiku.  And after, if you like, take a look at three new French movies worth seeing HERE in honor of Bastille Day..

I used to pretend I lived in a high clock tower in Provence, surrounded by countryside amidst fields of 
windmills and poppies.  Sewing red, white, and bleu French knots, where nuns flew with aplomb, in another life, by the sea.


"Cinema Francois"

Impressed upon me
since nineteen fifty seven
cinema Francois
My French connection
began with The Red Balloon
then Francois Truffaut


Madeline's bold scar
long dark mustache of Clouseau
and Brigit Bardot
Gene Kelly emerged 
choreographed a dance troupe
Les Girls in Paris


 Les Miserables 
 poignant oppressed legacy
in theatres soon
Crystallized onscreen
Joan', Cosette and Josephine
epic heroines


Cyrano, Legrand
 plush seats, awards, Belle de Jour
  Cannes Film festival
New romance blossomed 
in A Man and a Woman 
goosebumps from Louis

Newman played the blues
 Jordan sang with Chevalier
came demure Denueve
  In Paris' bleu rain
  walked Dietrich and Miss Caron
Jack N. sings La Mer

New luminaries
Marion channels Piaf
Juliette plays nurse
Achieving applause
The Esprit of Depardieu
Kline in a French Kiss


The Triumph of France
not toast, duvets or French fries
Vive Chocolat!
Je t' amie Woody
Now we've Midnight in Paris 
Time to leave my chez


Grab my umbrella
don my indigo beret
looking for Cezanne


by klr











French Twist...