Janeiro

"Janeiro" by Catherine Walters; All Rights Reserved

“Janeiro” by Catherine Walters; All Rights Reserved

 

A perpetual beat is
going on in her head.
Some think she’s a
clown as her life
mimics the rhythmic
pulsing within.
A wild dance
fires her mind
and paints her
world in vivid
splashes of
color. Passion
is orange, zesty
with fervor,
it’s what propels
her silken soul.

She wears her heart
on her sleeve but
no one notices
because it’s lost
among all the
colorful and
artsy accessories
adorning her
clothing and
etching her face.

Some keep their
distance; she’s
just too different.
But inside she’s
deeply sensitive
and wants more
than anything
to be accepted
and loved.
No one notices
as a tear some-
times slips and
rolls silently
down her cheek.

She was born
in January,
sign of Capricorn.
And it suits her.
She is diligent
and responsible,
honest and
patient…waiting,
always waiting
for others to
finally see her
strengths and
her heartfelt
determination
to succeed
at life and make
that connection
with others.

I wrote my ekphrastic poem using my very talented niece’s painting titled, “Janeiro.”

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  1. This is beautiful! Especially adore image of “Passion is orange, zesty with fervor, it’s what propels her silken soul.” Also.. that is such an amazing painting by your niece 😀 just lovely!!

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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    • Thanks so much, Sanaa, I appreciate your compliment. My niece is quite talented and she wants to collaborate with me on other of her works. It should be fun!
      Lots of love,
      Gayle

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  2. It’s strange how people think anyone dancing to the beat of their own heart is a clown. Society is like that perhaps, or at least quite a big part of it. 😦 I love the poetry. Very colorful. as was the painting.

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    • I have sometimes been on the outside of societies norms but I’ve always wanted to be accepted and appreciated. And sometimes I’ve been pleasantly surprised. Always nice to see you, Vinay…and thank you!

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  3. hypercryptical

     /  July 28, 2016

    i can relate to your words.
    A difference though, my heart hidden under the dowdiness of an unassuming coat and forever seeking the acceptance of others, only to be sorely disappointed.
    Eventually the colours of me radiated from within and life is much different now and has been for a long and happy time
    And your neice is a wonderful painter!.
    Kind regards
    Anna :o]

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    • It’s hard to realize just how superficial a lot of people are. I’m glad that your soul’s essence radiated outward for others to see and appreciate, Anna, and bring you happiness. I love my niece’s painting too…she is wonderful!

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  4. So much colour in both the image and the poem, Gayle. It’s cheered me up this evening after a grey, rainy Thursday.

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  5. You write here with a palpable grace and one that moved me deeply, beautiful painting too, Poppy.

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  6. I love the silken soul. Beautiful description of many sensitive artsy ladies!

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  7. The ingredients in your poetry is a delightful imagery and so inspiring.

    What a beautiful poem. 🙂

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  8. Love the art and your interpretation of it. I’m a December Capricorn and can really relate to aspects of this character. Nicely done, Gayle.

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  9. She is indeed very colorful and passionate soul. I like the character description of her Gayle. This is a reminder that we need to see others not just on appearances, but delving into the person’s heart as well.

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  10. The painting is incredible! And you interpreted it so wonderfully. And yes, we need to try to look deeper into a person’s heart/soul and find the real them. I am always amazed when someone who seems rather “grey” pipes up and lets out the most profound or funny or colorful statements. Or dances or paints or does anything that lets me know they are special. Wonderful poem and message.

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  11. that’s interesting. she seems to want to hide herself behind the facade she has installed. that’s a great dissemination of the painting

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    • Many people do find ways to hide behind outlandish clothing or actions…not knowing quite how to fit in or not feeling comfortable enough in their own beautiful skins. Thanks for coming by, Walter.

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  12. the piece is vivid and bright like the painting – vivid and truthful and the one in the poem who seeks to be seen…bkm

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  13. Oh Gayle, you are truly her voice. You give her such heart and want. Well done.

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  14. I like the way you’ve written about wearing her heart on her sleeve like an accessory.. nicely done!

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  15. Thanks for the poem and painting, Gayle. This one reminds me od frumming too. The beat is lost in all the sound, like your lady is lost in the wild dance. Well done!

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  16. A beautiful description of a valiant soul, waiting for someone to truly see her.

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  17. Wonderful, and I especially enjoyed the second stanza. It captures the image perfectly.

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  18. I do love taking an image and waiting upon it to share its voice and story! Beautifully done!

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  19. Rosemary Nissen-Wade

     /  July 30, 2016

    You’ve picked up on all that is to be seen in that very evocative painting.

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  20. Love the phrase “She wears her heart/on her sleeve but/no one notices/because it’s lost/among all the/colorful and/artsy accessories” and love your niece’s painting too. ..and the poem and painting compliment each other beautifully!

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  21. Quite the gifted artist your niece is. Love both the post and the painting.

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  22. Very talented niece! … and you too, my friend. The words complement the art perfectly! I like the idea of wearing your heart on your sleeve, but in the wildness of the colors and eccentricity, others may not be able to so easily see it. Well done!
    Late to reading I am — but in plenty of time to enjoy!

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