Poetry in Art Class with Colleen Mirassou and Barb Gottesman and Karin Bogliolo


People in this class are reading aloud their favorite classic poems and then creating art works inspired by the poems.  We also create our own poems and paint art works inspired by them.  Now we are learning to write haiku and creating collages, acrylics, pastels, drawings, and watercolors inspired by our own haiku.

Tuesdays, 10:30 am - 2:00 pm

Water Guardian

Dorothy Douquet

Kathleen Budros

It was Colleen's wonderful idea

for this group....from her work as

art therapist in Los Angeles!

Thanks, Colleen!


Is the sky reflecting the sea

Or is the sea reflecting the sky?

These are questions that will never die.

Aret the clouds marshmallow fluff

And the sky slurpy kool aid?

And is this illusion one God has made?

                              By Dorothy Douquet

Don't let that horse

          eat that violin

     cried Chagall's mother

          but he

     kept right on painting

And became famous

And kept on painting

          the horse with the violin in his mouth

And when he finally finished it

he jumped upon the horse

          and rode away

     waving the violin

And then with a low bow gave it

to the first naked nude he ran across

And  there were no strings


          by Lawrence Ferlinghetti


Colleen Mirassou read this one

for her poem on Tuesday,

March 8, 2022

and showed Chagall's painting, The Red Violin.

Peace - let it begin with me.

Red Flower by Karin Bogliolo

Things Change

Why did this redwood fall across this stream

And when did it fall?  How long

Has it been waiting here for me to cross to the other side?

The neighboring trees are leaning on each other, falling

Slowly, oh so slowly into the dell

And they, too, will become something else…

A bridge across the flowing water, like this one,

Or a home for a fox or a family of lizards.

Some will feature

Moss and lichen in their future architecture.

All, with time, will decay and disappear and some day

Give rise to mushrooms, trillium, sweet broom,

A bouquet of natural loveliness.

My redwood bridge will rot away some day, too,

But, assuredly, that will be long after I do.

                          By Kathleen Budros

It is alarming to view

polluted water……

can we drink water safely?

Haiku by Shirley Kuramoto

Their Eyes Were Watching God

     (Title from a short story by Zora Neal Huston)

A small group huddled in the corner

Watching while palm trees blown down double by the hurricane

Frightened them.

Their eyes were watching God:

Would she destroy or

Be merciful?

Today these eyes are watching us from

Africa, Afghanistan, Ukraine…

Will we watch their destruction…?

or be merciful?

          By Barbara Gottesman

          May 22, 2022