Dianne Michele Dumas
Biography of Dianne Michele Dumas
My poetry is inspired by my daily learning as an architect student. I think as a student of architecture I have learned that architecture has purpose. I used to have a somewhat self-centered attitude that design was simply for getting my own creative energies out. It was a way to express my-self as an artist and create that emotional response. I never saw it as helpful to the community.I’ve grown to learn that by creating place I can benefit my fellow man. Through architecture I can shape a world to have a lower carbon footprint. I have found that this can be obtained by finding the cultural rituals. Through ritual I can design a space for a purpose and reason and the outcome is an exceptional experience.
Poetry is a way for me to research my designs as well as giving the viewer of the architecture an understanding while at the same time letting them develop there own perception. Like architecture, it creates an emotional response and has purpose and reason. As architecture can be used as a helpful tool to the community, poetry is a helpful tool to the mind and soul. I find poetry to be a rewarding and comforting outlet.
Dianne Michele Dumas Poems
Birth Of Expression
How is it possible this blind test of scribble resulted in more than just scrabble. As we continued on, I learned and images appeared. Where once there were none, now here.
Little rectangle on a hill So quiet yet so De Stijl With multi-colors shinning bright what a magnificent sight.
The train travels through Connecting my view Pointing me to a place and time Orienting Impressions in my mind
Urban life I try and leave as the asphalt turns into the muddy path before me. Watery puddles and ponds as I meander down the trail to this swampy wonder.
The Dancers Stage
Telling her story with silent gesture A space is modified into structure A path, a threshold, it is the ritual The expression and emotion are quite spiritual
Loves Forsaken Remedy
The ancient ones’ said to do it They said built a wall and you will live through it So I built my wall of spiky stakes To protect my heart from any mistakes
Urban life I try and leave as the asphalt turns into the muddy path before me.
Watery puddles and ponds as I meander
down the trail to this swampy wonder.
Urbanism doesn’t leave me
as I notice the rusty tin before me.
In the foreground a blur at first and then all at once.