The topic for SaCreatives this group was the Ekphrasis, a literary description of or commentary on a visual work of art (yep, I had to look that up even after Jeff described it). Jeff went through a series of American Art and we discussed as a group what we each saw in the painting. We then wrote a poem or short story about the painting and shared out with the group. If you would like to write a poem or short story, you can take a look at the painting below and describe what you see (let your imagination run wild!) through words in the form of a poem or short story. Props to the folks who came to group and participated; you can view their masterpieces below!! Empty at Times, Isaiah J.
As I look through the window, I see only me. As I look into this room, It's empty just like me. But eventually it will be filled with things that I need. So as I said before, It's just like me. Don't go in, Luis P. The silence of the room says don't go in there As the neighborhood kids dare each other to go into the haunted house. The emptiness is really eerie with the wind blowing as the tree branches creak and scratch the window pane. The room yearns for attention but no one comes. The room stays empty. I'm so lonely. I just want a friend; Will someone please come in so I don't have to pretend. There is nothing so lonely then sitting inside an empty room inside your own head. Don't go in. Doors closed, Ellen Lena & Andy waited for days on the back porch, When Tab stormed out and said she'd never be back They thought it was as fleeting as the sun's shadows on the crabgrass. But as the clouds rolled in and the sky darkened, Even Lassie's last hope disappeared in the breeze. A defiant child, Tab had always been headstrong but her parents thought they could keep her close by isolating her - surely shed appreciate their rules later, she would understand that consequences can from love. But love made her leave - A love she couldn't find at home. Eddy enabled her to be creative and have fun, A wild taste in adventure - soon she's quite school and today she quit home. Lena shook her head and said, "what a waste." Andy replied, "just wait until she comes home." But Lassie knew that Tab would not return. The Empty Filled Room, Po An empty room with pictures on the wall. An empty room filled with images of nothing at all. The light from outside shines through the window and into the empty room. And now the room is no longer empty. But pretty soon, when darkness comes, it will not be plenty. The moon will be replaced by the sun - and the empty room will be full with plenty of none. Spaces, Vern I see a space that can be lended, Empty apartments waiting to be rented. End of hallway looking out into the shadows, Moonlight reflection in a dark room of bookshelves, Family with dog, sharing same view out in the yard of a friends house. News reports waiting on getting a scoop on something they can publish before morning to make the loop. Watch out for silent habits, Samora Their untechnical rendezvous was late. They stared hard into each others faces as they collaborated on a scandal that was not theirs but theirs to unravel. He ordered another 7n7, she wished he wouldn't drink on the job. Her eyes flashed with disdain. He could care less, this was evident by his arched brow. Together with their note pads, they strategized. he was ever so annoyed by the sound the pencil made when she took fast notes. The way she tapped her notepad while she was thinking irked him too. All these quirks and habits, everyone always sees but no one will every voice them, only silently notice. The old man in white, working the bare, he sees everything too, without even looking.
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