In the Arms of Art

[fdelano]

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!"

 

Edited April 14, 2011 by fdelano

[abstrect-christ]

nicly done

[fdelano]

nicly done

 

Why, thank you.

[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

[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

[dr_con]

Love this! Reeks of wonder. Precisely crafted.

 

Nice.

 

DC

[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

[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.

[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.

[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

Edited May 8, 2011 by Benjamin

[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