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Ghost of Michelangelo (February Contest)

She looked down upon her shaking palm
There were three more tubes of oil
And fell the old wood tool box
That was set open on her table

And she prayed that one more time
With some help she could get it done
Then an angel took her fingers
Helped her choose the deep blue one

It was Michael of the Angels
He would see it all get done
It was Michael of the Angels
That would turn it into fun

Now her hands then came to steady
As she pushed the blue to white
And the canvas shown an angel
It was Michael for her that night

Of the Sistine Chapel ceiling
She could see the colors there
When full brush of all three paints
Found their way to canvas bare

It was Michael of the Angels
He would see it all get done
It was Michael of the Angels
That would turn it into fun

She awoke on that fine morn
To a bright and shining light
In that nighttime came to her
Angelic joy, his tender might

On her canvas had so appeared
The image of her smile
It was the colors in her palm
Her rainbow joy all the while

It was Michael of the Angels
He would see it all get done
It was Michael of the Angels
That would turn it into fun

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Style / type: 
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Last few words: 
For B9Pat
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I'm so honored that you used my title. It was all for you anyway and I see that you have it for me (Last few words for B9Pat) Thank you so much I love it!

is good and the idea clear.

As for the content, having both read and seen the great film "The Agony and the Ecstasy", and having had an interest in Michelangelo, one thing for sure- for him art was not fun. Nor is any meaningful art "fun". Perhaps if we are writing Hallmark cards, nursery rimes, or lite verse like Ogden Nash or Shel Silverstein, maybe writing is fun, or if you are composing silly love songs or jingles, or painting with your fingers or sculpting coffee mugs- but demanding of the imagination and craft to make "art"...that ain't fun, and the ghost of Michelangelo is suspect would not be happy with this poem. You will never find a serious artist of any form that will call his labor "fun".

Eumolpus
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
ee cummings

Ask her how fun it was. Perhaps in her dreams she finds some resolve.

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That's how I see it,

Mark L.

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it depends on your characterization of "fun". Would you prefer the word "joy"? "Serious" artists, and who pray tell, is the serious artist? Is it the one who just writes the things that the "average" reader doesn't read or the one that writes for the "serious" scholar that makes it an occupation to read and write and comment on the "serious" issues that plague mankind? I seriously doubt that the writer of
"jingles, Hallmark cards and silly love songs that make millions of dollars every year would say that having "fun" while writing is a detriment! That is the way, I see it. ~ Geezer.
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The joy of it becoming a reality once more.
For the sake of the rhyme in this lyric I needed to use joy.
Thanks,

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That's how I see it,

Mark L.

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You needed to use "fun" in your poem. I understand that in retrospect, the very thought of her painting again, would be joyous, but the "fun" remark was meant for Eumolpus. I'm sorry if you thought that I was commenting on your work. I was... but... not there! LoL ~ Geezer.
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Thanks, I see.

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That's how I see it,

Mark L.

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it comes down to the archetype of the artist torn between reality and his imagination, which causes the "suffering" of creation. The obsession to create beauty or use poetry to express in a new language the inexpressible...Why do so many poets/artists kill themselves or drink themselves to death?

Part of being an artist is to be a self absorbed sociopath obsessed with your work , trying to create an alternate universe. I think the average reader and writer of poetry expect that of us, and most of the poetry here exists in very intense and personal visions and attempts at creating art. Even if the subject matter is light or funny, satirical, it needs to be crafted correctly. It's mostly hard work, going over and over it...pleasurable perhaps, but I wouldn't call it fun. Or as Michelangelo himself put it- "If people knew how hard I worked to get my mastery, it wouldn't seem wonderful at all" (in my file of great quotes)

Eumolpus
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
ee cummings

Perhaps I better reread the outline - I am sympathetic though, I had to work really hard not to rhyme in my past after coming to Neo years ago. I had a kind of mentor who really pushed me to move away from rhyming, & I came to poetry via writing lyrics/songs for years, so rhyming was very ingrained.

I am intrigued as to the history of this "story" - as a would be artist myself, I find it intriguing & not knowing the story behind it makes the poem a little confusing as I don't have a context - I hope that's ok to say.

Cheers
Anni

My dear friend always told me "Water the seeds of joy first"

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Cheers
Anni

My dear friend always told me "Water the seeds of joy first"

I would need to talk to Pat as it is a very personal and emotional story. It was really written for her and maybe that is why it mainly has relativity to her and I.
It is really up to her to talk about it.

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That's how I see it,

Mark L.

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No problem at all.

Cheers
Anni

My dear friend always told me "Water the seeds of joy first"

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