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Submitted by calliope on 2 February 2008 - 12:42am.
Style / Type:
freeform
Swirls of color intertwine
A kaleidoscope in my mind
Paintings of a different kind
Brush strokes on canvas assemble
Within it is a symbol
Images that make me tremble
Shadows and dark forms
Hellish creatures and terrible storms
Should I stop?I am torn.
Out it comes,no stopping now
My hands just move,I don’t know how
A will of their own,to them I must bow
Dissappearing when completed
My memory of the image deleted
Only the knowledge of the painting,and that my will was defeated
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
(3 votes)
This was close to my
This was close to my reaction to Jackson Pollacks “Blue Poles”. It excites and enthralls me every time I see it. You can’t see the original uless you come to Australia, we paid $5 million for it and it is now worth $30 mill
I wish I could paint.
Loved your poem
cheers,
Jess
your poem
How wonderfully you speak of painting , that is one art form I have a difficult time with but they say that when one has the ability of one of the arts they have more and you have proven this by your writing
very nicely written
Chrys
I Love your Poem
Part Paint part ink
poetry….
In ink,
Dabbler
Thanks everyone...
…This one came out of me just like the painting.
Lacy,
Where power corrupts,poetry cleanses.
Art is art
Whether brush and canvas or paper and pen, we create strong, vivid images. I like the darker sides of this piece. You write them well.
~ Ronda
Thanks Ronda
I do tend to drift toward the darker side of things.You know…I was once told I had an assignment of death over me,lol.Wonder if it’s true…
…
Where power corrupts,poetry cleanses.