It is often with us in our life
And can be there in many ways,
But never completely understood.
It can be in music
Where we are pulled into a piece,
But don’t know why,
But need to hear it again
To ensure we weren’t mistaken.
It is in words on a page,
That need reading again,
And maybe again.
It is that painting
That has no form,
But draws you into it,
You just have to keep looking.
In many facets of our lives
It is there,
And always will be.
That is why intrigue
Is so intriguing.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The painting is "Composition vi" created by Wassily Kadinsky in 1913 - to me it is full of intrigue.
- Category: Reflection
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A fine write Gold. Was 1066 intriguing?!
No that was just stupidity!
On another forum I have just posted a painting by Kevin Hirst which is the pole opposite to this one and yet invokes the same intrigue - life would be empty without art and fine poetry like this piece.
So true Michael. Thank you.
Loved the sentiments - so true - what would life be without the arts....... and the picture amazed me because it is so "modern" and I never would have thought it was painted as early as 1913.......I see so many things - a bird, a fox, and even a sneaker!
Thank you Lorna.
It is amazing what can be seen in these type of paintings, have a look at some of the abstract paintings that Michael Edwards puts up on this site with his poems.
Yes he catches me with every single one!
Plus two musical instruments, a ship's wheel, a moustache..........
Yes indeed, Gold...
It is very intriguing!
Abstracts are one of
my favorites! There is
so much we can invoke
from an abstract. It all
depends upon the beholder!
This beholder is beholden
to you, Gold, for an
awesome write and
visual! Thank you for
sharing your talents!
~Laura~
So kind Laura, thank you for your kind comment.
Oh woe, I know! Why did I have to say those now eternally-recorded words 'Look up, Sire'?! Why did I not keep my gob shut at that precise moment? It's my all my fault, you know. heehee.
Love the painting and the write. I read it a few times and it just makes sense! Great write!
Thank you Christina, most kind.
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