Eat your heart out
Martin Creed, Damien Hirst,
Marcel Duchamp -
With your perfectly constructed
Objective ready-mades.
You are my one and only
Conceptual art piece.
You are the constant
Yet transient wonder,
The insatiable force
That drives me
To create, to conceive -
To perceive all things.
You're the silver of the moon,
And the dark, blank space
Between the stars.
The crumpled paper ball,
And the Renaissance masterpiece.
You're my real-life concept,
My sculptural form,
My canvas, my paint,
My perfect landscape.
My pragmatist and my idealist,
You're my consistent muse -
Like the most perfect ready-made,
You don't even have to try.
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Author:
SerenWise (
Offline) - Published: September 15th, 2019 20:46
- Category: Love
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Comments3
An artwork so personal to you Serenwise.
Wow - - Seren what a perfectly penned romantic ballad that spills from your poet's inventive fancy...... a linguistic pleasure to read and saved to my favourites.
Outstanding in both form and composition....
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