Starving Artists

A poem about the lack of color in the world sometimes.

Starving Artists

 

These smooth brush strokes of milk white
are placed upon the dark dismal wood
The silver sheen of her refracts
In one moment the world is dizzy
Then she sways, her eyes come to light
The pink satin of her skirt crinkles
I pose her in the shadow of my naked room
She is fleeing, these ribbon shapes
From the start to the end she is captured
as she captivates my whole; my restless mind &
I am man, I am woman, I am all of them at once
As the paint drips down onto her like tears
As she presses her imaginary face to the window
Could these strokes of pain, of paint
Change things, make the world glow?
So distanced she sees  an unhappy soul
Contemplating the art of happiness
Swift movements become drunken smears
There she sleeps as I pass out again
Sleeping on the porch under a dying moon
And there I am, a painter, success...
The art of making this cartoon speak
Somehow I feel maybe, this was the reason
that I choose to be an artist.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[~angelalala~]

beautifully written. the imagery & subject is enchanting. very nice piece of art. & I love the painting, its gorgeous.

[Don Coorough]

This is an exhibition of excellent writing! You bring life to the painting. You bring the woman in it alive, and let us into her emotions and thoughts in a way that not only exposes her and the painting, but also the painting's owner. There is an interplay of writer, painter, image and viewer of the image in a way that allows us a glimpse into the interconnection of it all. I don't even dare pull out a few lines to show you the power of them, because ever line in this poem is well crafted, well thought out, and emotionally charged. Excellent writing! - EllisD