Open Poetry #43 |
The world, if it were art. |
PrestonThePoet Member
since 2007-11-07
Posts 87 |
Staring at this painting, The world condensed, Into one idea. Completely black Except for one corner, Filled by colors and brilliance, The paint spelled out something. Squinting and leaning closer; It read: Love. Colors swirling behind it. My eyes may deceive me, But it seems, Black is seeping to the corner. Continually shrinking the word; Until black had overtaken. Stepping back, My hand began to change. Paint sliding up my arm Overtaking my body, Leaving nowhere for me to breathe. Suffocating on the floor; My last sight was, The word love, Big and bold. Across the whole canvas |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Romantic love killed me. I am sure of it. so I get this. "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
An interesting visual splashes itself behind the eyelids...my desire to see the reversal of darkness brings forth brilliant waves of van Gogh's splashes of primary colors. |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
This is brilliant, Preston, Love it. Better to be killed by love than the darkness around it. Ida |
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