she was a stone
in every respect unmoving
a rain of tongues
yet still, a synonym
fearing and feeding the surface
open through her canvas pores
to ambiguous direction,
she shrinks from the brush
draws back from the colors
of painted speech and suspended animation
everyone plods through
for the nuisance talent, "the Abstract Freshman"
with a quiver her creations shed age
i could have sworn
i knew that girl.
Author notes
an extremely talented artist friend inspires me to do many things...like re-evaluate my life. yes, I am a freshman this year, and in this year of change there must always be room for art.
and self-pity.
A contest entry
- QUICKIE [15 spots, 15 lines, 15 minutes] by Tangled Angle.
400 points, ended June 26, 2007, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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really good
good luck -
Nicely Written
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Excellent job.
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Why not a head start? lol
Your prompt: Artistic Ambiguity
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