the artist takes up his materials
all he will need for todays picture
gathered before him his tools
upon this canvas he will paint
create for the viewer a picture
a picture magically unique
for each viewer will see it from a different angle
so cleverly his cunning method today
for there will be azure blue skies
above a wooded green land
where as a child he played
and there, a separate picture
of his boyhood friend.
and there, his dog
their favourite games and those bicycles!
but then those skies would cloud over
the darkness above foreboding
a monochrome TV message warns
of war and despair and tortured heroism
refugees trail over his canvas
promising their feeble lives of enslavement
to racketeers promises
of salvation across the ocean
packed into inflateable boats of hope and doom
afloat upon an ocean of despair
as the torment of approaching storm
creates a panic upon the artists canvas
a moment to draw breath and relax
and collect his thoughts
could there be too much in this piicture
would each manifestation portrayed reach his viewer
smugly the artist is assured - yes
he places his artistic hardware upon the table before him
a hewlett-packard laptop is his easel
and words his palet of choice
this poetic artist knows
each of his viewers will, with their unique palet of life
paint a picture vivid and alive within their mind
in colours never to be found in the visual artists shop
they say a picture paints a thousand words
but the poets few hundred words
paint a picture which is moving
alive, so alive on the canvas of your mind
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Author:
dusk arising (
Offline) - Published: April 11th, 2022 00:12
- Comment from author about the poem: Something from 2017 again whilst my muse is resting.
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Comments7
Such wonderful words d a, the artist (and the poet) can be interpreted in so many different ways.
Andy
Your poem is so true, art can often be bewildering to the viewers, having their own interpretations of a look, a smile, an abstract painting. Brilliant.
That’s a truly brilliant work
You said your muse was on rest
Dating the poetry to 2017
But it sounds so relevant
As if you had the premonitions of growing devils inside few brains
The encroachment
The war
The enslavement and violence
All pictured in canvas of mind
To the few hundred words describing the pleasant times
Well inked dear Dusk
and there, a poem
to remind him
of the poet, he wishes
he may one day
become..
(I read and learn, Dusk
a great write!
thank you for sharing again, glad
I didn't miss out on this poetic gem)
Very nice.take care
Wow. Yes, yes, and YES. This is glorious. Poetry is truly a picture painted with words. We all find inspiration via different places and people but we all focus on spreading a message that will ring true. Greatly done!
This is absolutely wonderful, painting your words with your computer, can easily be worth a thousand words! Love this!
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