Twentieth-century art may start with nothing, but it flourishes by virtue of its belief in itself, in the possibility of control over what seems essentially uncontrollable, in the coherence of the inchoate, and in its ability to create its own values.
~T. S. Eliot
The glare given from
underneath everything else,
my eyes are glued to what seems
the greatest grandeur in marvelled
disbelief...
The simplicity of the
drawing captured, ensnared
and wrapped me in with it's
languid arms; thou is now embraced
to the touch
As though being kissed from
a lover I long knew, this felt
ever so right -life and time
entwined together just to suspend
all thoughts as eyes lock in mutual
cadence.
Throughout this succulent
standstill, an epiphany came
from the sea of of movement-
for now, this intoxicating gaze
now stares back and without so much
to see or hear...or feel, I can and then
can't really say if I'm indeed trapped
by the easement of paint-strokes precisely
placed as though it was meant to be there
Author notes
ty Wanda aka Night Hope for the picture
Written December 5th, 2005
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This is realy amazing poem. I will suggest to everybody to read it more than twice. Beautifull used words (I still need my dictionary for some of them)but it was a special pleasure to find here this masterpiece.
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blushes ty
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Abdul Tawala Ibn Ali Alishtari
I always enjoy reading your work and your scope is tremendous.
Abdul Tawala Ibn Ali Alishtari
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