Casting shadows
making footprints
signs that we have been here,
some disappear before our eyes;
[ the masterpiece lives...]
longing to be a great work of art,
coddled and crated for travel
shown and admired
every advance of age repaired;
loved in soft light,
immortality in a workshop.
[ thus created...]
And when the master had finished his work
his dream, magnus opus;
he sat on his stool
shoulders slumped and rounded
eyes fixed upon his canvas
feeling slightly at loss
for this work was his no longer,
it would belong to eyes
and open mouthed stares
the quiet moments of study and reflection.
A sob welled in his throat and was met
by a tired smile, and a slow exhale,
like pain sliding back down a nerve
and regret taking a step back, paused for remembrance;
wishing he could paint this moment too.
[beginnings...]
Preparing a palette a great challenge in his mind
as always; but somehow this time…
the sun came glowing through the east window
and fell on the floor beneath his easel,
and he saw the grain of the oak wood floor
an image there, a face; long and gaunt.
Preparing again his palette mixing copper, ochre and sepia tones,
he had found a new friend for his lonely hands.
In a list
A contest entry
- Insomniacs, Night Hawks and Owls by NurseChilly.
1250 points, ended September 13, 2007, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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as I've just recently started painting again, after many years, the use of art in poetry always appeals to me and the layers it brings here shows how the two can mix well
the mixing of media and layered artistic devices is lovely... the simplistic sigh and the colours of night and hope... the lonely painter alone with his sorrows...
painted so well... many thanks for entering my contest
good luck too
G.x
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Thank you Nurse Chilly
thanks for a great contest and your kind words...PK
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This is really interesting, love how the perspective changes from the beginning until it gets to the artist. The stanza "A sob welled in his throat and was met
by a tired smile, and a slow exhale,
like pain sliding back down a nerve
and regret taking a step back, paused for remembrance;
wishing he could paint this moment too." is really vivid, emotional and memorable. Great poem, good luck in the contest!
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This is great, I love how it changes perspective before it gets to the artist, that is a unique twist. The stanza "A sob welled in his throat and was metby a tired smile, and a slow exhale,
like pain sliding back down a nerve
and regret taking a step back, paused for remembrance; wishing he could paint this moment too." Is really vivid, emotional and memorable. Good luck in the contest!
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WOW what a unique piece of poetry. You write exceptionally with mastery for sure! As a painter i relate to your poem. I am an action painter sort of expressionist. It's true what u say that creation itself is a great work of art and all works after it are echoes of the original. My paintings are never finished. Michelangelo said that how it unfolded and where it reached its climax are never ending mysteries worth unveiling. So the scene never ends or pause but takes shape endlessly in movement of color, detail and lines. The breathless moment before is like an epic film. All is formless, light and a voice speaks again and again. My take. A great work of art you have written!
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Very well done
Yes indeed it paints a picture so vivid within the words written here
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"feeling slightly at loss
for this work was his no longer,
it would belong to eyes
and open mouthed stares
the quiet moments of study and reflection."
What a wonderful description of what an artist must feel when a treasured piece is finally completed. A moment of pride ... followed by a moment of regret ... then quickly followed by another inspired thought. Always creating ... then letting go. Truly enjoyed this one PK.
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