You asked me to paint a picture of you;
and in my flustered paint strokes I tried
to make a effigy of you, perhaps poor;
but not because of artistic inability,
but because of my own shaky fingers,
trying to imagine me creating you;
taking my hands and melding something
vaguely sensual in my subconscious;
taking a soft brush of ash and horse hair
and gliding it along the soft angles of your jaw
as your eyes glitter with a dash of curiosity
and your skin, a dazedly gorgeous shade of ivory
seems to glow ethreally in the mid-light of my room.
I can't imagine recreating this on my soft canvas;
the though of grazing something nearly real
almost...mesmerizes me in my thoughts.
Perhaps, to take the real you, yes, you,
and trace a softer, more delicate form of brush
across you in a coy manner,
And don't you worry, my sweet,
I'll gladly accept your artistic critique.
Author notes
***Option 9...Fantasy***
A contest entry
- SECRET LIAISONS (2500 Points to the Winner) by liquidmindforever.
2800 points, ended January 11, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Dear Poet,
Thank you for entering my contest: SECRET LIAISONS.
Please re-read the rules. They clearly state from
the beginning that Option and Word Bank must be
used.
If you'd like to include the word bank in this poem,
please do so and place "EDIT" alongside the title
and I'll then read your entry and enter this
piece into the competition.
Best wishes,
love,lightpeace
liquid -
i think you have the most brilliant idea ever on what to use imagery to describe. The reader themself. . . genius! simple genius. . .
i also the diction of words you have chosen. They create a very easy flow that leaves this poem almost falling from the mouth with ease.
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Thank you!
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amazing
wow, i really love this poem. I'm a painter and you captured the emotion of a painter and subject in a really sweet way.
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Thank you!
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to fingerpaint smiles on the flesh of your love,
to color their cheeks with the blush of bliss, to abandon all techniques and simply master the strokes,
till a cry of delight breaks free, and a Jackson Pollock emerges and is spattered over the imprint of your softest caress. lovely write...Artis -
delectable, not sure if what i got from it was what was intended (the fault would be on my end though im sure..) but i like it!
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Yeah, it was a bit about art, but more about personal..um, cravings of a sort. All done in sophisticated manner, though...
You got the point of it, though.
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