I wrote this on 1/5/2011
It is not necessary for every art to have a written word
or words to have art.
Sometimes words can be art &art in itself, words!
I made this sketch today
21 March, 2012
133. Poetry: A slice of my " :Poetry "
Dinesh Francis | HB Pencil | Bond Paper | Dog laughter | Some "wackiness" | No brains | :P
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Daffodils
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils. ------------William Wordsworth
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils. ------------William Wordsworth
This is one of the poem which is very close to my heart and This is my imaginary small cute world full of fresh air ,full of daffodils , shiny sun,breeze v smell of fresh flowers , fluttering butterflies and colourful rainbow.whenever i am sad i just runaway to this world:)
An Ode to Chumma Draw :)
It could be sweltering hot in BengaLuru
But Icicles we could make come live in Chumma Draw!
Petty Peanuts or Sachin's Centuries
Ask not the reason why we Chumma Draw :)
Rashmi's Bday? Red flowers and Icecreams, Dintoons(sorry Cartoons!)
And Cakes we bring her on her Special Day!
I began to Chumma Draw
And all I think of all day is what next to Chumma Draw :)
Lots of Chumma!
-Spoo
ChummaDraw poem..
ChummaDraw ChummaDraw
Daily draw ChummaDraw
We give topic
you make drawing
I log into ChummaDraw,
just to see what to paint.
I see the topic Poetry,
my mind goes blank as hell.
I sit to write poem,
my brain thinking what to write
I start scribbling on paper
just to throw the paper
Seeing the paper cry
I decide to write poem
ChummaDraw ChummaDraw
Daily draw ChummaDraw
:BHAKTA
Simple attempt on poetry..there is absolutely no rhyme or no extraordinary words in the poem..just that whatever came to my mind have penned it down..I guess it will not come under the poem category also..
Daily draw ChummaDraw
We give topic
you make drawing
I log into ChummaDraw,
just to see what to paint.
I see the topic Poetry,
my mind goes blank as hell.
I sit to write poem,
my brain thinking what to write
I start scribbling on paper
just to throw the paper
Seeing the paper cry
I decide to write poem
ChummaDraw ChummaDraw
Daily draw ChummaDraw
:BHAKTA
Simple attempt on poetry..there is absolutely no rhyme or no extraordinary words in the poem..just that whatever came to my mind have penned it down..I guess it will not come under the poem category also..
Inspirational Poetry from Tagore- Geetanjali
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up
into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason
has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action---
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up
into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason
has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action---
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.
133_Poetry
Today's word is Poetry. We celebrate 'World Poetry Day' today. Draw, paint, pen a poem, express yourself, free your mind!
Happy Drawing! :)
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