abstract overlay of a bleeding heart

Lost forever in the paradox

      of your affection's blush

painted within soft brush strokes

             of passion's escape,

searching for the intimacy in

               perception's palette

Mona Lisa's smile paled 

      within the rush of your

           monochromatic illusionism

left to unfurl in unframed passages

                  of rhymed masters,

watercolor craving's bled

             onto the canvas of our desire

fractured in your composed 

                     coloring's matted absence 

 allegory of Alla Prima's  shadowed

 cuore,

               chiaroscuro in its appeal

 

 image likeness of urges's infatuation,

                    in scarlet's tearful hue

obscured within abstract 

overlay's

                       of a bleeding heart's portrait    

                                                                                                                            artist ~ Kristen Romney Hubbs

Author's Note

translation~ cuore,-heart, chiaroscuro-an Italian word literally meaning “light dark”

Reviews

[redzone]

you and your poetry are amazing Frieda, "monochromatic illusionism", yes absence and death are moncolored.. it is paradoxal and yet I can't help but see a multitude of words colored with the palette found within a bleeding heart (there are many colors found here). Aren't we always looking "for the intimacy in
perception's palette", to make sense of the abstractions??? I have for some reason believed that after Mona Lisa got up from her portrait smiled a great deal... It was Rembrandt that made her so serious...

I like your choice of Chicago's "Color My World", it's soft overlays give depth to the words you express

1000 water colors bleeding and abstract expressions... there is nothing monochromatic about your poetry Frieda... and I love to read each word... MWAHxxoo!!!

[Frieda P]

Whoa I nearly missed this exquisite review, dang cafe for not alerting me. You blow me away Curt, thanks so much for your kind words. Squishy's comin' yer way! xo

[redzone]

Squishy alert!! Squishy Alert... dag Frieda, now I'm all squishy and with no place to go ... ;0)

[Aprille]

Such a masterpiece of words. A really wonderful poem. :)

[Vidya Bacchus]

Another one filled with such gorgeous lines chica.Truly awe inspiring the way you write Freida.

[Tai Ryens]

I really liked the distinct sense of longing etched carefully in between these words written here in this piece, somehow existing in a way that makes it exact, yet creatively unpredictable. Meticulous, even though the function is unknown.

Thought-provoking piece indeed, well done!

[s y e]

You have painted a marvellous masterpiece and left me completely speechless at the beauty and power of this one, Mama F - this is what I call true poetry!! xoxo

[R Smith]

the closest I have ever come to reading paint on canvas, more than a poem, more than a painting, the two combined in sheer beauty

[Rita L. Sev]

What a masterpiece your words have painted here, Frieda. Those classes in both Italian and Art Appreciation came in handy... :)

[Avinash]

It is the wizardry of a seasoned writer with immense talents to turn pain into celebration of words and mesmerize the readers who forced to write more and more words in praise and do not relent. I know it won't help with the pain but at least as a gesture for being invited to such beautiful constellation of words we can at least make sure that some smiles appear between those moist eyes like twinkling stars in the darkness.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

god, where is my ear??

i know i put that thing somewhere-----oh right, i sent it to someone....

"starry starry nights, paint your palette blue and gray!"

now i understand what you tried to say to me.....and in this poem....i understand the craving...and the craving the poet has for words that make his art...that paint his or her pictures....just as Leonardo
painted Mona....

but i am still looking for van Gogh's ear....damn...

[Frieda P]

I always knew you were channeling van Gogh.....thanks, yep you got it jacob.