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Julie Sulzen
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan 
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http://www.juliesulzen.com/galleries.html Pick a work of art and, using the title as the title of your response, write a poem. Post it on the poetry site. |
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jsulzen New Member
since 2006-05-18
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Hi, did any one write poems about my work? If so, where can I read them. Thanks, Julie Sulzen jsulzen@yahoo.com |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
After doing a search, it doesn't appear that anyone took up this challenge, Julie. If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to contact a moderator or Administrator. Thank you. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Julie, I was inspired by your rendering of "Red". If you post permission for me to use that, I would be happy to post it in open with my accompaniment. I confess I was drawn to that one, as "Red" was a lesson I first undertook at the University of New Orleans. I was handed a box of charcoal, chalk, and kneadable eraser and told to "do Red".  (I got an A- for "nice attempt") so let me know, k? I will post only with your permission. |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
Head Study In that glance She saw herself As she is And would be after And someone in time Will stop, and wonder Why—he has no words . http://www.juliesulzen.com/portraitbig12.html . . Sunflowers Where once young men Came to the door— When all was summer An old woman The small gray house With yellow flowers http://www.juliesulzen.com/sunflowers.html . . Bike A forgotten bike— snow on both pedals http://www.juliesulzen.com/juliebike.html . . Childhood Consciousness Without comment Sunset— Above a parking lot The colored sky http://www.juliesulzen.com/parking.html . . White House There Still In a corner The white house A black and white dog Within a chain link fence Late autumn Withered grasses A one car garage Night The moon A lamp going on A long red coat Light brown hair How I feel . . . The falling snow . http://www.juliesulzen.com/whitehouse.html . . Sunday Evening You look out your own window There in the dim lamp light Is the corner where we waited For our bus to arrive On the high picket fence Local events are announced On paper that seems spectral In a veil of blue And now that we know, (Except for the last two), What our numbers are Isn’t it odd to find ourselves here With that dog Whose name we’ve forgotten Barking at stars An amber moon Just rising above the roofs . http://www.juliesulzen.com/sundayevening.html . . |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
smile...no way I could top that John. and Julie, know that if I could, I would buy "Red". Your work is incredible and inspiring, and I feel a particular affinity to that one. |
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The Shadow in Blue Member
since 2006-05-18
Posts 493EL, Michigan |
I was really moved by your oil painting of "the Steeple" in the darkness that was the beacon in the night,so I thought I'd give a stab at representing what I thought it meant. Here is the link to my interpretation of the aforementioned painting: /pip/Forum94/HTML/004049.html [This message has been edited by The Shadow in Blue (05-19-2006 08:24 PM).] |
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jsulzen New Member
since 2006-05-18
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WOW these are great! I'd like to read the RED poem. Also, the link that you posted was dead so I couldn't read that poem. I put out a newsletter 4 times a year. Would it be alright if I use one or two of these poems in a future newsletter. It all depends on space but it might be a nice touch to add one every so often. Full credit would be given to the writer. Julie Sulzen |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
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inspired by julie sulzen’s “ice” cold the executioner’s rope slowly metals my neck… like loose boards laid intentionally rickety ol’ cross timbers that i fell through loop holes of snow taking reincarnate steps, to the grave where i’m laid out in transcripts for 3 o’clock workers biting their lips… stopping only to count the rest of their days… winter climbs out of the eyes of apollo thank god for his enthusiastic hum bugs leaving two great symbols on the sun in the shape of snow angels with both eyes open and a cleavage holding only clean-cut interests in man’s fierceness the heiress of snow leaving winter work lingering outside frozen windows of shivering teeth alone… trembling wearing north walls lunch-time manners all frozen in discreetly folded handkerchiefs white teeth of snow brings a flush to the cheeks dusting temperaments on their way to maturity snow showers permeate right through the doors of indecisions…mine, causing death, destruction winter loneliness with frowning colorless sympathetic fingers of ice cycles pressing life into the stuff I was made of whispering to my tears and heartache “here you are, here you are” alive and well |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
Julie, As regards my stuff, you can use any of it you want, (and you can credit it to: "some guy"). You are an artist. John |
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