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In the Arms of Art

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In the Arms of Art

 

I pick up a piece of a car fender,

rusted almost to a dull orange

powder, and it becomes a canvas

filled with a speckled tangerine

emitting a citrus sting.

 

In wonder, I continue my path,

holding new-found objects, each

transforming itself to please my

wonderment at color and scent,

never known even as a hint.

 

As natural as taking the next step,

I present the world with my

collection of colors and smells

and sights as new as the birthing sun,

clearing a mountain just for fun.

 

In a slow awakening, I try to hold

on to the art, canvasses I would

proudly show at a gathering of Monet,

Renoir and even Picasso, the one who

would exclaim, "You did well, you!"

 

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abstrect-christ

nicly done :-8)


Pinhead

"Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends.

There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh."

Joey

"I don't believe you."

Pinhead

"Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume.

To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart."

"There's a starving beast inside my chest
playing with me until he's bored
Then, slowly burying his tusks in my flesh
crawling his way out he rips open old wounds

When I reach for the knife placed on the bedside table
its blade reflects my determined face
to plant it in my chest
and carve a hole so deep it snaps my veins

Hollow me out, I want to feel empty"
-- "Being Able To Feel Nothing" by Oathbreaker

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBPy3xNwwL8

"Sky turns to a deeper grey

the sun fades by the moon

hell's come from the distant hills

tortures dreams of the doomed

and they pray, yet they prey

and they pray, still they prey"
-- "Still They Prey" by Cough

https://soundcloud.com/relapserecords/sets/cough-still-they-pray

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fdelano
nicly done :-8)

 

Why, thank you.

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tonyv

I read this one when you posted it, Franklin, and liked it a lot. It's all good, but I think I like how it starts out with the part about the car fender the most. I imagine walking around in a junkyard in Georgia (or here, during summer). Picasso would be proud!

 

Tony


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Frank E Gibbard

Art is what you make it, and your distillation of the concept and the possibility of found wonders around you, even cast-offs I liked in this, well written good read. Frank

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dr_con

Love this! Reeks of wonder. Precisely crafted.

 

Nice.

 

DC


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Rea
In the Arms of Art

 

I pick up a piece of a car fender,

rusted almost to a dull orange

powder, and it becomes a canvas

filled with a speckled tangerine

emitting a citrus sting.

 

In wonder, I continue my path,

holding new-found objects, each

transforming itself to please my

wonderment at color and scent,

never known even as a hint.

 

As natural as taking the next step,

I present the world with my

collection of colors and smells

and sights as new as the birthing sun,

clearing a mountain just for fun.

 

In a slow awakening, I try to hold

on to the art, canvasses I would

proudly show at a gathering of Monet,

Renoir and even Picasso, the one who

would exclaim, "You did well, you!"

 

 

Hello fdelano

You have painted a beautiful picture, art appears in the most unlikely objects, a car fender, rusting to dull orange, and speckled tangerine, great use of colour, to please the palette, citrus sting, an infusion for the senses.

A most enjoyable read, well done.

Best wishes

Rea

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rosschandler

very nice read. i love when colors are used in verse. the images they envoke illuminate the read. this poem had a citrine aura.

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fdelano
very nice read. i love when colors are used in verse. the images they envoke illuminate the read. this poem had a citrine aura.

Thank you, friend Ross for the comments and for the new word gift for me: citrine. You know I'm gonna steal that one. :-8)

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Benjamin

I like the line of thought this sets in motion for me; you can look closely at brush strokes and palate knife marks on oil paintings and they only make any sort of sense when viewed from a distance. Similarly one could apply that logic to small nubs of thought and sights that are elaborated upon by the imagination. It makes one wonder whether physical perception scores 10% whilst 90% of our 'reality' is intangible imagination. Geoff

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fdelano
I like the line of thought this sets in motion for me; you can look closely at brush strokes and palate knife marks on oil paintings and they only make any sort of sense when viewed from a distance. Similarly one could apply that logic to small nubs of thought and sights that are elaborated upon by the imagination. It makes one wonder whether physical perception scores 10% whilst 90% of our 'reality' is intangible imagination. Geoff

 

Geoff, I value your thoughts and comments. If a work passes muster with you, I know I'm onto something. Thank you helping my efforts along.

Paco

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