Softly I touch each pigment with reverance
As if they are a gift from the gods
Open to my Muse
I make contact with the canvas
My trust in Her, the deepest and truest I've ever felt
Each movement becomes a new opus
Tangents intersect, a life unto their own
They co-exist without battle
Even though lines are being drawn
These objects of my desire
Created abstracts from my mind
Individuals amongst many
Yet connected to the whole
Guided by perspective
With shading, foreshortening, and contour
Fantasy and flight await us all
Entire new worlds to explore...
i would have loved using my own artwork, but at this time i have no way of getting any of it uploaded to the internet. this poem HAD to have some artwork tho! :D
Faerie Blessings!
--faerie whisper (breaking the silence...)
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Would love to see your artwork tho this is beautiful as it the poem it seems like a poem of the cosmos and of
extreme love. I love this line you wrote : Fantasy and flight await us all
Entire new worlds to explore...
So true. Good to see you back!
Beautiful poem and a beautiful picture. I love finding other writers who seem to have a connection to the muse who quiets those voices, but I digress.
Great work. :)
Would love to see your artwork tho this is beautiful as it the poem it seems like a poem of the cosmos and of
extreme love. I love this line you wrote : Fantasy and flight await us all
Entire new worlds to explore...
So true. Good to see you back!
Wow, wow, wow. I adore this! Such power, every word makes sense. Sometimes explaining art is so difficult. Girl, you made it look simple. It oculd not have been said any better. Thanks for posting this beautiful piece. It may be your best.
i really like this poem, that would be great if you could get your artwork up here someday, i would love to see it. you really connect with your artwork through your writing and that my friend is truly beautiful!
laceyjane
Tangents intersect, a life unto their own
They co-exist without battle
These two lines speak truth about art... In art differencies create the whole work, it co-works because it "knows" it has to.
If only humans could do the same.
Poetic painting with words. WOW, what a concept! I truly enjoyed reading this piece. Your rhythmic phraseology painted pictures on the canvas of my mind. Good Work! Margaret Barton-Wahl
This is beautiful and intense, as though it should lead up to the climax of one's life or understanding or something. XD I love the idea of everything coming together, and existing harmoniously, to essentially create something beautiful. Great job. =)