taking a glimpse from the shadows
sitting in the corner of a round room
in the solace of forgetfulness
with a pocketful of leaves
there is magic in the mundane
my son tells me I’m unique...
just like everyone else
we all do look out our own
windows
there is a painting that I did
that no one has figured out yet
I know what it is ...
it bubbled up from inside
from the inner glow of an angel
to a fiery burning rat
everyone sees something
everyone feels it differently
uniquely though their own
window
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The first thing I saw in your painting was a 'haunted face'.
Your excellent poem is so right, WL, we all see the same thing in different ways. If you have eight witnesses to a crime, you will have eight different stories.
Very good poem!
Amazing.... The poem and the painting. I saw a new self dripping from the old self. Like a cocoon, into a new exciting world. It's like you said though, we all see something different. " There is magic in the mundane." is my favorite part
I really liked this poem, it is very unique. Great write, and painting.
How about an alien life form with its soul on fire, surrounded by protective orbs of E.T.s? Nothing is too strange in this odd world!
Good, thought-provoking write and picture, WL!
When I look at a painting like this I see use of tonal values and complementary shapes - okay so I can see a face beneath a crown of thorns if I really look but attempting to impose realism on work like this is at the bottom list. I love it for what it is - an almost-abstract with rather forbidding overtones. And a great write as well.
All I really want to add is that I painted this using only the three primary colors and black and white .... this painting is in a gallery right now and I secretly kinda hope it doesn’t sell ....
A beautifully done poem. What stood out for me: "...the solace of forgetfulness" and "...there is magic in the mundane". To be honest, your poem, just like the painting has been "...bubbling from the inside" right from the get-go.
Like us all we are all unique and see both the words and the words in different ways, the line that intrigues me is "with a pocketful of leaves " are we seeing leaves from a tree or leaving others or others leaving us.
In the painting I see new life.
Good write and fascinating painting WL.
It seems to me that something has been hatched inside a withered leaf, something new, fresh, bright, full of life will burst from the dead shell. Love the contrast of the dark background and the beautiful yellowish light through the semi-transparent object (leaf?). I see hope. One of your best paint. The poem fit the paint, but the paint is a winner this time.
No matter what you write the reader sees it their way. I love the way you have disguised mugging the intellectuals here. Makes me think of Edward Lear for grown-ups.
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