Art

Abstract structured blank verse.

Watch and share as it grows,
Did the cat die in vain?
Lines and cues, limpid shows
The stage does not contain,
Until you can impose
A stone’s bleeding pain.
Stalls unburden in rows.

*

I have painted the saints,

Saints simplify and taint.

I know the pain,
O king of Thebes,
Thrown from ignorance,
Her soothing breast.

And I know the pain,
O king of thieves,
Shunned from reverence,
Cast among the rest.

What have you to gain,

As the martyr leaves,
Laughing with high stance,
For to press and to test.

*

Shadows thrown all along the streets,
That know the darkness of your soul,
Pierced to stone by burning heat.
Is that the flaming of your mould?
I have painted the faces that I greet,

Now this picture has taken hold
Of the names on some looming sheet.

Reviews

[Leviathus Fortes]

The name describes this piece perfectly.

This is in fact "Art".

[blue angel]

This is a powerful poem. I respect the philosophical tone, and the imagery is very stark and decisively placed. It drives one to think deeper. It's stage quality. Thanks for sharing this poem. Respectfully, blue angel


“Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.”
― Thomas Merton, No Man Is an Island

[Einstein Noodle]

i can see i have the opportunity to learn a lot by reading your poems, sir. i choose poetry over art ..one can paint with words .. and evoke feelings and instill an aura .. while artists can do all that with a brush and paint .. the work will always lack the words .. tho i do appreciate art very much! abstract structured blank verse .. that is a mouthful! i enjoyed reading this and will re-read a couple more times .. lots of nuance and tidbits to savor and dont want to miss any ..
E.