Painted Pictures Hung Upon the Wall

Painted pictures hung upon the wall…

Frozen moments stilled upon the canvas…

Rendered so to hold us enthralled.

From a long ago fading past,

Cracking pigments of depth and richness…

In each ephemeral face a story unfolds

From eyes that follow you where ‘ere you pass…

Eyes look back… looking into the soul…

From painted pictures hung upon the wall.

Like doorways rendered to another place and time…

Do their stories play out when we’re not looking

At painted pictures hung upon the wall?

by D. Denise Dianaty

Reviews

[therisa]

A brief moment
Forever frozen
In time.

By the brush strokes
Of an artist
Long since
Moved on.

Unlike
A photograph
The subject's soul
Is free
To roam the room.

Partaking
In our lives
By our emotional response.

As awe is
Reflected back
Through our eyes
And body language.

Conveying
A thousand and one things
Simultaneously
About our inner self
To the painting.

And yet
A sense of incompleteness
Exists
In wanting more
But unable to get it.

As the painting
Slowly fades away
In our memories.

[MomzillaNC]

Another one you need to post in your own archive. Well done.

[therisa]

I have posted it, in the book, "12 Inch Collection", Momzilla.

[MomzillaNC]

Cool! :D

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

fantastic poem. no matter how old or faded a picture gets that moment in time will be clear on our hearts.

[MomzillaNC]

Absolutely! I can never get enough of them. I love looking through old photos and albums -- even if I can't recall who everyone the images are now.

One of the things I miss most because of my disability, is being able to go to an art museum or gallery at will.

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Very good, Momzilla, indeed this is also the same projection you make in your poem. Glad you pointed me on that. I see you write stories too, will look into that too if I have a bit spare time. :) Rudi

[MomzillaNC]

TY :)

[MomzillaNC]

BTW, "The Dance Plays On…" is complete, but "Living Beyond the End" still has a way to go. Both are tragic and haunted stories.

[Briana O'Connor]

I've often wished that pictures could be like those in the Harry Potter films :P I really enjoyed reading this poem. There was a great tale in here and an emotional impact as well. Your words were beautiful and added more depth with each line. Thank you for sharing. Very well done.

[MomzillaNC]

Thank you. I've always imagined life carrying on in the pictures when we're not looking.

[Sami Khalil]

Picture perfect in fading memories. Excellent...:)..............

[MomzillaNC]

Thank you. We were at the NC Museum of Art. All my life, those painted pictures carried my imagination into them…

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. You are welcome...:).........................

[Rick Puetter]

Dear MomzillaNC,

Very nice. Lots of beautiful lines here. "Like doorways rendered to another place and time…" is a particular favorite, but there are several others as well. Yes, we see the paintings, but sometimes it seems they watch us as well, perhaps with more wisdom.

Best regards,

Rick

[MomzillaNC]

Thanks. We'd been to the NC Museum of Art the day I composed this. Those "painted pictures hung upon the wall" were the reason I need to be an artist. My dad took me to an art museum as a kid, where I saw my first Rembrandt. The eyes seemed to be looking at you where ever you went; if you could see the eyes, they were "looking" at you. I told my dad (I was all of eight or nine) that I was going to learn to paint eyes like that. And, I did too!

[Rick Puetter]

Is there somewhere we can see your art?

[MomzillaNC]

Well, the picture used as my avatar is a pen and ink painting of mine.

[Rick Puetter]

Wonderful, but you only provide it in a tiny size. We can't really see it.

[MomzillaNC]

I think, if you go to my photos, you can make it bigger.

[Rick Puetter]

Very nice. More, please!

[MomzillaNC]

I'll see what I have on the computer. The vast majority of my stuff isn't scanned digitally.

[MomzillaNC]

I've added numerous of my works in my photos.

[Rick Puetter]

Thank you. This is what I was looking for.

[MomzillaNC]

You're welcome.

[Frieda P]

Extremely affecting poetry, you painted in darkly shades of gray, felt this one to my core.

[MomzillaNC]

Thanks! This one was inspired by our trip to the NC Museum of Art.

[Frieda P]

Nice inspiration, great poetry...

[MomzillaNC]

Thanks you!