Matted lilies of dyed whiteness
draping so softly:
silken petals
in superficiality
of jet black:
cannonball vases
of all things beautifully fake
In your games of pretend:
plastic petals are Aphrodisiacs
white, pure and simple:
charades in flowery love,
patchworks of generalizations
The watered roots -
so green with its fallen thorns
messed,
like hybrid salad dressings:
losing realism,
diversity at extreme
And I, connoisseur of glamour;
kindly put your pretty lilies -
into Cannonball vases:
my emotionless realism
murdering your parodies of art
like leather to fishnets
lilies x cannonballs
Author notes
I re-edited this piece, feeling that there's a lack of quality drive. I am feeling artistic today, as a result of viewing too many Deviantart pictures. This must be the intensity of art history.
The title of the poem is taken from 'Lilies and Cannonballs Review' - a literary magazine in New York. (www.liliesandcannonballs.com) Poem inspired by their cover in summer 2004 issue (yes, I have bizarre sources of inspiration)!
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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On second reading, I began to see more textures coming forward. Profound, I'm gonna check out your contest now.
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Interesting write, I liked how you got across facades and veneers of beauty in man-made objects, but never getting close to replicating life. Although a 'cannonball' seems a little destructive, I got an image of you flinging bouquets against a wall.
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