Lost to warmth,
but feeling the brush.
subtle strokes turned bold,
turning night into golden lush.
Cryptic hints of colors worn,
seeming a reflection in the swiftest drop.
Surfaces of alabaster dropped with amber and night.
on the canvas, layers and layers atop.
Pulling the eyes to view clouds of tinted blue,
quirkling the lips to the golden confusion.
taking the mind and pulling it through,
to a wonder of nights illusion.
sinking back down from far,
to right with amber jewels.
artists hands lay down,
dirty artist tools.
Author notes
Inspired by Bouquet of flame in night by Aesthete67.
A contest entry
- I myself am Heaven and Hell by Aesthete.
1000 points, ended October 5, 2007, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Pre-Write Challenge by Nicolette Everett.
450 points, ended November 25, 2007, 71 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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To me this a very abstract piece, very beautiful, very well written.I liked the way you wrote it and displayed it. The words are very nicely put.
Great job! -
Interesting concept,
that of "...taking the mind
and pulling it through..."
as relative to the creation of art.
Aesthete 2000
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