The rage within
The taverns walls
The sharpened sword
The duels fought
Now in paint
To canvas born
In history
Upon the walls.
One who kills
The other watches
Stare deep into
The bodies opening
To reach the soul
Not just take life
Murder oozes
Colours bright.
Lifeblood
As brush strokes form
Curiosity in
Destruction calls
To deeper regions
Mans evil twin
Locked in frame
Its echo still.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Such a wonderful critique of a painting in a poem art dealing with art. A lovely write
most kind comments, appreciated thanking you
You are most welcome
Your poem revolves around the exploration of violence and death, portrayed through the metaphor of art. The poet includes themes of murder, the duality of human nature, and the relationship between destruction and creativity. Nicely done.
thanking you and most appreciated
You're most welcome.
I feel the clinical call of this evil twin ...
the twin lives in us all
I am a gemini !
I am a virgo
A mercurian link !
yes thats true
This is brilliant.
thank you, I was a little worried if I could do it justice, much appreciated
Nice.
CARAVAGGIO is my chiaroscuro hero.
thanking you for reading, much appreciated
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