Mounting the room
With quivering thighs
Sketches left fragmented
Intent on her eyes.
Blasting shrapnel shit to the edge of my skull
Purple tints braid loosely
Her figure was full
Her figure was full
Her figure was full
Of shapes
(opaque)
Prone to commiserate
With the light lines that glared
Harsh molten stints
Knicked brown folds
Shaved to the lips
Toilet paper bunched
Scattered in bits
Never did she notice
Nor were she aware
As I doodled her bloody pubes
Intermittant coutaire
For a glance she stared
For a glance she stared
For a glance she stared
Wavering away
Nostrils pinched in
Charcoal dust nosegay
Purple tints braid loosely
A shadow supine
A memory malformed
Sought only through line
The canvas is mine
The canvas is mine
Author notes
Based on an andecote about the experience of one artist and a certain figure drawing session, in which the model had toilet paper bits stuck in her pubic hair, yet was totally oblivious.
I was struck not by the absurdity, but more the fact that the artist was captured by her grace and eccentricity, so much so, that he wished she would return. They shared a true connection, and the session suddenly became more than a moment for stifled laughter over pubes.
Perhaps she even left the scraps there to see if anyone would notice, or turn it instead into deviant, jubliant art.
~hippie
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AHHAHA SUPINE...mrs vance would be proud
It took me a few reads to see whatt you meant but the imagery is powerful and as an artist (drawing wise) the poem develops a picture slowly like a drawing..adding the basic structure then adding the details and shadowing. Its very artsy and your use of repition (sp?) to lead into the next stanza (?) made it flow easily and pleasently...very impressive.
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Oh haley, that touched me...you read it more than once! I always appriciate a reader who devotes time to a poem...more than anything.
Thank you so much for the compliments...they really helped me look at the poem again through different eyes
Hey, I'll show Ms. Vance this if you show one of yours!!!
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WHAT ONE? lol you pick and lets do it...tomarrow...muahhahaha
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I was confused by the brown folds at first (I thought it was anus)Perhaps its rhyme scheme could be more consistant maybe.
But generally I like the images, such an odd moment, very nice.
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Yeah, it was not the anus....now I read back my imagery was very unclear...
I'll go back and clean up the number of lines so that the second stanza isn't so overpowering towards the third
Thanks!
~hippie
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