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Artistic Grace
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WhileIWasGone Member
since 2002-07-18
Posts 486
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Do we grow old, and simply fade away? Or do we merely lose touch of who we really are?.... Artistic Grace She was blinded by the rushing stream of tears that poured from her tired eyes Mad strokes flew from the fine, worn bristles of her brush She was a painter with a shattered vision A dream of perfection eluded her Still, she was unable to cast an image in color Black and white fantasy seized her troubled mind Melancholy madness had leased her heart It had painfully remodelled her soul to match the faded walls that crumbled around about her fraying hope of creation Her talent dwindled among the lost archives of faded dreams She feared that her dreams would remain an empty illusion that would forever-more stay trapped in the dark recesses of her troubled mind What was the gray insanity that convinced the hues of color to bleed to black? Why did this tapestry of sorrow drape about the walls of her gallery like a haunting serpent of dread? Had the very life been drained from her body? Oh, how the zest had once surged through her veins! Her admirers were like bumble-bees clinging to a bit of forbidden honey They buzzed in a mad frenzy to partake of her profound display of talent Thick and rich was her ability to create tantalizing illusion for all the world to stick to and ponder for hours Her smile transferred onto parchment scroll had been her greatest gift It had touched the hearts of all that had stumbled upon the turned curves of her artistic grace Yet today, there was no inspiration It had withered away like a vine thirsting to flee the desert sands of parched seclusion She was raw and empty Tattered and torn Bruised and broken She had dwindled to an elder spirit A tattered page in a catalog of new and abounding talent Had she faded to a marble reminder of statuesque afterglow? A cold tribute to an apparition of yester-year A lost name in the archives of the arts Yesterday's news? She yearned to create She longed to paint a vision of fantasy with eloquence Silently she wept as her world transferred onto canvas in fading shades of black and white Trapped within a creator's Hell, she feared that never again would she dream in color |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Well...it's no secret now that I think you are an amazing writer. Mind if I keep this one in my library? (I'm on a free verse kick of late) and since ya don't know me, I should tell you, that I tend to "study" poets and styles when I go off on one of my "tangents"---as if I can learn art by osmosis or something!  so, thank you for this--it's rich with vivid images, and the emotion hits (one of my many complaints about free verse is that it often seems stilted and intellectual/analytical)This shows me that it can be done without losing the heart. (And while my fingers are "running my head", why don't you pop into the Poetry Workshop? Nan is doing free verse this month. Not that you need it, but I would love to see you properly introduced to the whole of the forum! I'll shaddup now...maybe..lol... Enjoyed. OBVIOUSLY. (SOMEBODY STOP ME...serenity exits, muttering, "BAD FINGERS, BAD!!!) |
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WhileIWasGone Member
since 2002-07-18
Posts 486 |
serenity blaze… I have been reading the poetry on this site for over a year now and your wonderful compliments mean a lot to me because I think you are one of the best poets on this site. Thank you so much for making my day! DeaDiAmore |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
*sighs of relief* she's been reading for a year... then I don't have to explain my eccentricity! YEA! and serious about the workshop--if not? then e me regarding your thoughts/advice on free verse? and forgive me, if y'think asking you to "dissect yourself" for me is rude, but...I am, earnest, if nothing else! (and thank YOU!  ) |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
DeaDi, meet serenity. serenity, this is DeaDi. DeaDi, You do paint a fine picture yourself...and you use all the colors. Love this one too. ~wranx The shortest distance between two points... |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
*slow whistle* Wow. This makes me want to write a poem about someone whose masterpiece is a blank canvas -- or a black one. Mike |
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