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Painting Poetry |
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D.Lester Young Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1219Austin, Tx |
1) Stroked pen of imaginary imagery Floating across a paged landscape, Each line part of the great illusion Carefully crafted before your eyes. Each lettered leafy detail upon a branch Illuminated from a trunk rooted inside The artistry of a poets growing scenery, Developing with each syllable’s touch. 2) Green so light if fluttered air gliders. Ecstatic abstraction dancing butterflies Flying patterns among celestial wings, Inner consciousness levitating so tranquil. Red so dark its veins bring nourishment, Revitalized rejuvenation springing juices, Water falling moisture, gentle massaging Soothing tears fetching crimson vintage wine. 3) Water so soft it carries you tenderly away Floating you on a raft immersed on fantasies. Moseying Tom Sawyer meandering on breezes Ripping contemplation of a writer’s words. Sloping banked mystical mystery encounters, Each wilderness trail branching challenges; Prince, princess, pauper, or prized puppet, Exploration of chimerical expanding horizons. 4) Metaphysical philosophical metaphorical verses, Physiological released creations of imagination, Flower of nectar’s honey touching your lips With words singing your song of inspiration. Images that are rewarded as encore performances. Labeled from generation to generation as poetry, Gem of true masterpieces frozen in time remembered, As a verbal painted age on its antique wings aglow. 5) Painting visually, verbally one must dream colors, Depth perception in a black and white flat plane, From a distance before and after sensory touches That defines the painted ink on a space of time. That once a sphere of art is emotionally completed, It needs delicate glooming, but no major head surgery. For then it is time for others to cultivate the garden Upon their words dissecting an artist’s sanity-insanity. For emotions are the roller coasters of good paintings. D.Lester 05/08/06 © De-Terminated poet, somewhere in America not on company time |
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Bodger Senior Member
since 2005-06-12
Posts 1260Tolerance for a short time |
(3) says you are in the bath Before I stopped reading I leave you with your words Green so light if fluttered air gliders. Red so dark its veins bring nourishment, Sorry, lost it fairly quickly YOu haven'nt stood there and tried to read it to yourself I wont comment further Dave |
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D.Lester Young Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1219Austin, Tx |
Thank you Bodger for your honest opinion. I do fail as a poet to make my point at times. Number 3 is actually a stream not a bath and has nothing to do with 2 directly. Number 2 is a abstraction (painting) that failed badly. "YOu haven'nt stood there and tried to read it to yourself" Well, I did to your dismay. I experimented and I guess I failed, and thank you for commenting truthfully, I respect that. It is in honesty that I can learn to be better. I did think I did pretty good with this stanza: Painting visually, verbally one must dream colors, Depth perception in a black and white flat plane, From a distance before and after sensory touches That defines the painted ink on a space of time. Maybe, I missed there too. |
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