Michael, I sit here and I watch you.
You throw your chosen medium all around.
Use it what seemingly is at random.
Then you fling your paint brush to the ground.
I see what you leave on the canvas.
Wonder what you think it is.
Such disregard to form or fashion.
Later, will there be a quiz?
The white appears in dribs and drabbles.
Chases its way across the page.
Signifying absolutely nothing.
Incoherent blotches at this stage.
The white brush thrown, the blue brush gathered.
Another rash of lines and dots.
Spinning canvas takes the beating
From there in front, you call your shots.
Blue now done, it is discarded.
Red finds its way into you hand.
Still spinning canvas growing fuller
with images I almost understand.
Your dance of creation reaches frenzy.
You reach your hands into the paint.
Instinct guides you to your destination.
You follow it with no restraint.
Now you choose red to tell your story.
Bold stripes, blisters, scratches, blood.
As you complete your untamed conception
The picture’s there and understood.
The canvas now shows hero, flag and girl child.
And you have fallen to your knees.
Behind the picture of hero fireman
Our own flag flutters in the breeze.
Michael Israel, you are a champion.
Inspiration in your hands have dwelt.
As you rest there from your labor
Do you wonder, “Is This How God Felt?”
Author notes
I watched the video. It was inspiring. This poem is what it inspired. I think it might meet your requirements.
A contest entry
- ~Michael Israel~ by Asdzaa Nadleehe.
3250 points, ended November 28, 2007, 5 entries
Gold trophy winner
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3000 points, ended August 26, 2008, 1666 entries
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awww... beautiful. Very clever.
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I’ve seen that video. It’s just like you say it is. Congratulations on your Gold Trophy.
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Oh my goodness, no wonder you won gold! This is a really wonderful poem, and I haven't seen the video! Wow, very, very good - esp the end! Great as always!
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"Blue now done, it is discarded.
Red finds its way into you hand.
Still spinning canvas growing fuller
with images I almost understand."
I can appreciate this greatly, as I too am a painter!
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wonderful questions... quite a clever play by play and I do not imagine for a moment that what you express/convey in this piece is not what you thought/entertained while watching...
congratulations!
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Dear Knight 70, Asdzaa Nadleehe, Carly Pop and ellipsist,
Y’all are ‘way too kind but please don’t let my opinion
stop you. I WAS move by the video and I wrote
what I saw and felt.
I am humbled by your response.
Linda
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I still do not have the words for the way this write makes me feel...
This is really an incredible write and very much worthy of gold!
Peace and many blessings to you...
Thank you..
~A~
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speechless
gold winner in my humble opinion - other than that speechless
carly pop
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This is truly beautiful...
I am in awe at this moment!
Thank you so much for this beautiful entry..
Best wishes
Peace and many blessings
~A~ -
Just a BEAUTIFUL write!!
My hat goes off to you. This is just the perfect poem, in my humble opinion, for this contest. You have captured Michael Israel in action, as he flings his paint with a passion on a spinwheel canvas. Up until this contest, I hadn't seen his work before. His frenzied passion for art, and drive to inspire others to stand proud and united is what it's all about. Bravo! I really like how your poem takes the reader on a tour of Michael at work, as those "incoherent blotches" mold into art to endure. I think you have a shot at a gold with this stunning piece. Fantastic rhyme, rhythm, and spiritual message!!! Bravo!!
Knight70
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