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Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Scream



   
“Everybody has a story…..and a scream.” — Rachel Roberts

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“When you’re drowning, you don’t say ‘I would be incredibly pleased if someone would have the foresight to notice me drowning and come and help,’ you just scream. — John Lennon



     Midweek Motif ~ Scream


In his diary in an entry headed "Nice 22 January 1892", Edvard Munch wrote:



“I was walking along the road with two friends – the sun was setting – suddenly the sky turned blood red – I paused, feeling exhausted, and leaned on the fence – there was blood and tongues of fire above the blue-black fjord and the city – my friends walked on, and I stood there trembling with anxiety – and I sensed an infinite scream passing through nature.

            
He later described his inspiration for the image:


One evening I was walking along a path, the city was on one side and the fjord below. I felt tired and ill. I stopped and looked out over the fjord—the sun was setting, and the clouds turning blood red. I sensed a scream passing through nature; it seemed to me that I heard the scream. I painted this picture, painted the clouds as actual blood. The color shrieked. This became The Scream.”


Have you ever come to that point when you wanted to scream at you or at the world or have you ever come across anyone, anything, screaming?


So let us see, write, read and hear some screaming today J


Lightening
by Matsuo Basho

Lightening-
The heron’s cry
Stabs the darkness



To A Daughter Leaving Home
by Linda Pastan

When I taught you
at eight to ride
a bicycle, loping along
beside you
as you wobbled away
on two round wheels,
my own mouth rounding
in surprise when you pulled
ahead down the curved
path of the park,
I kept waiting
for the thud
of your crash as I
sprinted to catch up,
while you grew
smaller, more breakable
with distance,
pumping, pumping
for your life, screaming
with laughter,
the hair flapping
behind you like a
handkerchief waving
goodbye. 


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                (Next week Susan’s Midweek Motif will be ~ Colour / Color)
                                          
                                                                       

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