Persistence of Memory

Ever so often the Gods wink at the ignorance of humanity

And from the reaches of heaven are ambrosia dropped

Gems of art-forms the barren earth to grace

 

 So are the deft hands of artists blessed

Impressed I gaze at what may be termed Opus Dei

Frozen life sprung forth from thought

Colours amalgamated into art splendidly wrought

 

 

Lost within The Persistence of Memory

I awe entrapped in masterful surrealism

Time for me faded with the melting clocks

Jaded amidst amethyst and amaranthine hues

 

Hadn’t known art was this affective

The sheer chiaroscuro of Da Vinci’s allegories

Combined with the background music of Mozart’s melodies

Munch’s Scream sings the equivalent of a thousand threnodies

 

I advance inside hallowed halls revelling in this reconnaissance

The paintings like time machines taking me back to the art renaissance

Works of master crafters plastered upon sanctified canvas

Immortalized

 They are colours of visual mantras

Whispering poetry to those who can discern their stanzas

 

 

 

Reviews

[Rita L. Sev]

If the gods wink at humanity's ignorance, they are winking all the time... This is such an intelligent piece, Rocans. I would not say that this is a poem for the masses, but those who get it will appreciate the references, the vocabulary and the sentiments.

[Briana O'Connor]

This is beautifully woven together in a fluid artwork of time. The beauties of art in words is a fascinating form of poetry in deed. I have attempted to write a poem about Munch's painting The Scream. I just love that art piece. I'm also a big fan of the Rennasance erra. Thank you for sharing.

[BennyBooth]

What a nice piece... Had me thinking quite a lot this one... Your vocab is extraordinary and your prose wonderful.... keep up the hard work! :))