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The Written Word is Dead

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The Written Word is Dead

by Michael


As morning whispers Ďcross the flaxen grass,
sea birds add chorus to the breaking day.
The dancing moss is partner to the wind,
as I am partner to the words I say.

Be damned, the pen, when ink will not come forth
and spill itself upon the writing page!
Be damned, the word, when it is not enough
to soothe a heart, or vent your pent-up rage!

Take brush to canvas, paint the mood you feel.
Share of your beauty, so that all can see,
or paint the demons that relentless, gnaw.
Just paint, so world can hear your silent plea.

With palette in your right hand, take a brush,
paint ship with lifeboats scattered all around.
Pretend that in one boat you have survived.
The people scream and yet, you make no sound.

Theyíve seen that canvas many times before,
So burn it like you did with all the rest.
Remove her clothes and paint that lovely nude.
Make sure that it will be one of your best.

Or paint a seascape, children on the sand.
The laughing gulls are swooping overhead.
The children giggle as they run about,
feeding a flock of gulls from loaf of bread.

The written word sometimes is not enough,
when embalmed words find final resting place.
They died, neglected, so much like we all.
They canít describe my touch upon your face.

They canít describe your breath upon my lips,
the depth I see when I look in your eyes,
the touch, in darkness, as our bodies meet.
So often, words, are only good for lies.

Unlike the word, the artistís brush is truth.
Not once have I known it to tell a lie.
It says sometimes, what words can never speak.
Iíve seen it laugh and yes, Iíve seen it cry.

Stars will shine when I am gone
Earth will spin on as before
Gulls still race along the shore
Morning star, still kiss the dawn

~ M. Auguste

© Copyright 2002 Michael Auguste - All Rights Reserved
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1 posted 03-08-2002 06:22 PM       View Profile for RSWells   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for RSWells

Well articulated.
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Oh Michael

The depth of emotion in this is awesome.  The writing in words beautifully done!  Hugs for this one, my friend!  It may be a new favorite.
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I much prefer to paint that canvas sometimes well versed!

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Loved it

Write what you feel, feel what you wrtie.

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5 posted 03-08-2002 08:41 PM       View Profile for SEA   Email SEA   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for SEA

"They canít describe my touch upon your face.

They canít describe your breath upon my lips,
the depth I see when I look in your eyes,
the touch, in darkness, as our bodies meet"


Oh Michael, this is one of your best!!!!!
I love this one, and makes me wish wish wish I could paint! One day I will have to try, preferably sober LOL
(((hugs)))
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They canít describe my touch upon your face.

They canít describe your breath upon my lips,
the depth I see when I look in your eyes,
the touch, in darkness, as our bodies meet.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Michael, this is my new favourite of yours!
And, oh how I wish I could paint!
Wonderful...enjoyed so much!
~Hugs, Nancy~

~Sometimes all you really wish for...
     is someone to wish for you.~

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this is a beautiful poem, touched me deeply.

Thank you my friend and please keep those words coming for they're painting a beautiful picture.

Titia

A rose is a rose is a rose...I guess...
Check out my new website: lookheretitia.fcpages.com (I didn't 'link' this, so it won't take too much space).I

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8 posted 03-08-2002 08:53 PM       View Profile for jwesley   Email jwesley   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for jwesley

Really enjoyed the write my friend, and not only do I disagree (about the death of words), but you proved yourself incorrect even as you wrote the words. Ha, ha!

Agree whole-heartedly about the painting though...wish my brush would flow as easily as my pen and though I do attempt the brush, WORDS are the paint I use.

Well Done!

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"They canít describe your breath upon my lips,
the depth I see when I look in your eyes,
the touch, in darkness, as our bodies meet.
So often, words, are only good for lies.

Unlike the word, the artistís brush is truth.
Not once have I known it to tell a lie.
It says sometimes, what words can never speak.
Iíve seen it laugh and yes, Iíve seen it cry."




(smiles) Awwwwwwwww, this is soooooooo beautiful, sweet friend, I love to paint so much, and whenever I am not writing, I am always painting usually! (sigh) Lately I have trying to do a self-portrait of my dream girl, I'm not all that good yet though! But with much practice and pride in my work, I will soon make the most beautiful painting ever! YAY!!! We all love you so much, sweet friend, may you forever paint all the wonderful things that make you happy to us all! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Michael, thank you for sharing!



May love and light always shine upon you!

Love,
Noah Eaton
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I recently read a book, "How Can I Make What I Cannot See?"  It was written by an art teacher in Japan, who worked for many years after WWII teaching art to blind children. Most of the students worked in clay, but some painted. With broad brushstrokes of great emotional intensity displayed, their feelings about the world around them were undeniable. They communicated their hearts and souls in their creations.
Thank you, Michael, for a beautifully painted work of your human emotions.
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A true masterpiece etched with a true stroke of artistry be it with pen or brush...very well done!
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Auguste this poem means the world to me. As an oil artist, I realize how much of our soul goes into that canvas. Once I was so very upset about something, and i was painting rocks, Jesus kneeling and leaning on the large boulder in the garden, and those rocks showed all my anger and frustration of the day. WOW, this is magnificent. Yes words do portray a lot of feeling, but I do believe a lot more feeling comes out on the canvas. Great write I so enjoyed it. Bravo! floria

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But die with all their music in them"
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Wow..
and you say you love MY writing..and I read THIS! This is awesome writing, Micheal. One of the best I've read from you I believe. This one goes in my library.


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Um, WOW! I don't know what else to say to this... You painted a very beautiful picture in my mind with your words, so I guess not all written words are dead, eh?

I want to die peacefully, in my sleep, like my grandfather, not screaming, terrified, like his passengers.

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RS,
Thank you and thanks for dropping by.

Martie,
Thank you for your sweet words.

ecrivan,
Thank  you, sir, as do I.

Moon Dust,
Thanks!

Susan,
Thank you!  Right now I'm teaching a person online how to paint.  She's coming along wonderfully.  Want some lessons?

Nancy,
Thank you!  I always wanted to paint, also.  At 18 I decided to give it a try.  After quite a few miserable failures my work gradually began to improve.  I never took a lesson because I wanted to teach myself and didn't want my work reflecting that of another artist's style.

Titia,
Thank you!  That this was able to touch even a single person is good enough reason to have written it.

jwesley,
Paint and canvas have always been my true words, as I'm an artist, first and foremost.  Thank you!

Noah,
I'm sure you'll do fine.  Just be patient and believe in your gift.  Thank you, my friend.

Dulinea,
Such kindness!  Thank you much.

Floria,
I had no idea how many artists we had here.  Yes, I know what you mean about anger on canvas, however most of my paintings convey romance and peace in ways that I'll never be able to capture such emotions in words.  Thank you!

Jenn,
You're very sweet.  Thank you, my friend.

Rhonda,
It's nice to see you here and I do so appreciate your nice words.  Thank you!


Everyone,
There are times when I'm trying to convey through the written word an emotion I am feeling and the words fail me.  It is at those times that the written word is dead and the only way I can convey such an emotion is with paints and canvas.  The canvas speaks all languages and can be understood by all people of the earth, whereas, the english word cannot.  Thank each of you for reading and for your wonderful comment.

Michael
  


Stars will shine when I am gone
Earth will spin on as before
Gulls still race along the shore
Morning star, still kiss the dawn

~ M. Auguste

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