I've ripped
unfiltered combustible freedom
seeking canvas, paper, instrument.
Voice box lined with notes
dancing against walls,
reverberates and seeks,
ears that ache for release.
Liquid drops to splat and spread
lie in its bed, swoops beyond the center
reaching for a corner, tit-tingly at the edge.
A tightrope dance, a chance to feel freedom -
staring down fear and despair.
The soul glides in primordial air.
Colors streams in the veins,
began before release unto earth's domain
a palette, of universal theme
etched in dreams...to be.
Author notes
prompt: "Art is what you can get away with"
Andy Warhol
A contest entry
- Andy Warhol Quote by Naridill.
1100 points, ended October 28, 2008, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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loved the ending. nice flow. good luck in the contest. enjoyed the read!
blu
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Thank you so much, Blu!
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Colors streams in the veins,
began before release unto earth's domain
a palette, of universal theme
etched in dreams...to be.
what a finalee magnifique
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great imagery
this piece was like a work of art.
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I find this interesting as i used to paint and draw, it reminds me of that even though you mention sound, nice word pictures you have drawn.
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I alos mentioned art:
"Liquid drops to splat and spread
lie in its bed, swoops beyond the center
reaching for a corner, tit-tingly at the edge"
I love to paint and draw too.
Thank you for the comment. Smile.
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