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The Blind Master
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The Blind Master |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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The Blind Master The pallette blank, venue well known— Pictures only his mind can see... He tabs the brush to ash— to stone, Lays the setting: cold misery. He cannot see that times have changed, The need for pain distanced long since; So follows his path, prearranged, (Emotional Hell's providence). So many different shades of black, And varying degrees of gray. He peels the scabs as they grow back, That healing never has its day. The sun risen, gentleness creeps Upon soul as due process slips. The world awake, as his mind sleeps In pools of light where darkness drips. A man of words, he knows his art. He twists them well beyond recourse, That should he long for a new start, Well he could never find the source... Or reach through a tormented soul To touch lips that might hold a smile, If he could only pay their toll And bring himself to reconsile. So, drop by drop, the black descends, Bleeds through the pool, the love, the light. That in the end, emptiness rends The work of art a searing blight. Where eyes open, if briefly so, And for a split second can see What those outside already know, He's cause to his own misery. The portrait done, a masterpiece Many can't stand to look upon; The silence brings forth no release Of breath, or hope, or spirits drawn. He reads the words in slight whisper, The tears still come, he can still feel— Wipes it all away to a blur, That tomorrow none of it's real. Michael Anderson 3/08/14 ...How many hours of night or day |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I liked this touching poem Michael. A dialogue to yourself, as most of your poetry is. But this one is a shade different, in that you are seeing a light beyond the darkness. You see it, but it is tantalizingly just out of reach it seems. You feel more comfortable with the dark, but there is another world out there that will welcome you back when you are ready to return to it. ~*~ There was a sign on the lawn at a drug re-hab center that said 'Keep off the Grass'. ~*~ |
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Jack Napes Member
since 2014-02-22
Posts 290Phaedra's Womb |
When creating with brushes and pencils, recording a track of thoughts beyond the instinct of the art itself, must sound a bit like this Michael. You could charge for this ride. Touch, but don't look |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Thanks Jer, yeah this is my tribute to the man I was... The rest of the world might have seen me that way all along, but this is my first time on the other side of the equation.  it may not be a welcoming back but the world has indeed welcomed me, and for the first time I'm learning how to appreciate it.The pen still wants to bleed darkness, though I have some wonderful things I'm dying to share with you all that are just the opposite. Writing lighter things stills feels akward or a little forced I suppose, but then I have no real basis for comparisson. When I get the words right, you'll be seeing more of me. Michael |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Oh, and thank you Jack... you snuck in there on me. "Phaedra's womb"... I like that. One of my teenaged gf's was named Phaedra. Michael |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
I am anxious to read about that "other world" Michael. Ida |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Really Michael! You have got us on pins and needles! Just glad there is light on your side of the moon. We want your heart happy too. Lori |
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