ART IN PROGRESS

02 14 09

From the distance of a dreamer
I must be to lay awake
and see the harness of a muse
in the slender fingertips you unfurl
to detain thoroughbreds of ambition
in your wooden case
Horse hairs entangle and embrace
against the wall of flesh-shaded
canvas under lush sheets
sweating drops of oily rainbows

Why the distance of a dreamer?
Even though I lay
not far away and fully conscious
of the five fingers and a hand
that nervously explore your dimensions
only under shut eyelids
am I to grace your canvas
with the permanence of art
our signatures a dialect for two
amid the universal alphabet

Author's Note

The only way I ever post old stuff here is on a whim.

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Oh now you're dancing on the table with this one...

'canvas under lush sheets
sweating drops of oily rainbows'

I would faint but I have to finish this review....seriously, love this one, it has a certain
je ne sais quoi, that is sensually enticing, your muse oozes quiet abandonment...just love it!
Nervously explore my dimensions anytime, just saying ;-)

[kublakhan27]

Oh Frieda, be careful we don't bang our heads in synchronized fainting here...This is one that has grown on me with time, which is why it's one of the few old things I'm actually promoting...and after what you just told me, I'm really glad I did ;D I know I'm getting lax on my Leonard references, but I was gonna throw one out here until I read your last line...I don't wanna interrupt this exchange with quotes ;P

[Frieda P]

Ha, now you know I'd never do any such thing! ;-)

[Frieda P]

uhoh, I'm your featured review, I hope Maryanne doesn't come after me, or that could be fun, either way Yay....!

[kublakhan27]

Yes, and I am immensely thankful for that ;) And yes, that has the potential to be fun, mentally if nothing else...did I just say that out loud? I typed that, then I was gonna delete it, then I thought screw it, I'm in no mood to filter my thoughts these days ;P

[Frieda P]

hahaha, go you! You've come a long way baby........... ;-P

[kublakhan27]

LOL Well my nerves have come a long way to be exact...my conscience just jumped on for the ride ;P

[Frieda P]

Explain 'conscience' ;-P

[kublakhan27]

You know me ;P

[Frieda P]

I think you meant to say conscious. lol ;-)

[kublakhan27]

You know what? I honestly don't know now...maybe I was trying to say subconscious but I can't entirely rule out conscience either...ugh, I'm tongue-tied now...I told you this was a rough stretch haha ;P

[Frieda P]

Lol, you want I should speak for you for awhile? Don't want you tripping over your universal alphabet now do we? .... ;-P

[kublakhan27]

LOL Yes, I must be more respectful of that alphabet ;P

[Frieda P]

Maybe you need to slow down exploring new dimensions for a while hun...just saying ;-P

[kublakhan27]

Haha in my current state of mind, you're probably right ;P

[Muse]

old stuff? Have any more? The title is appropriate. Like art...our words and thoughts are always in "draft" mode. The beauty fo it all, is that the paint is not water proof...we can always wash it off...create something new.

[kublakhan27]

Oh I have tons lol I like the way you've summed it up...words to live by for sure...I'm glad you like it :)

[gombeggar]

very nice brush strokes of words on a canvas of page, for a whim anyways

[kublakhan27]

Many thanks as always^^

[KAOlmsted]

This is really quite something, k...I don't know why, but I'm getting the "self-pleasure" vibe with this one...maybe the dreaming while awake, the five fingers and a hand? I may be way off base here, and I seriously have no time to read Ufi's review *laugh* so I'm just going to go with my own interpretation. Which I rather like. Well done. Thanks for sharing this.

-kimmer

[kublakhan27]

Thank you Kim :) I'm glad you like it, and I had a feeling somebody, if not several people, would derive that vibe from it haha I won't rule it out, but I did have a few different scenarios in mind when I wrote this one...I don't want to elaborate on things too much cuz I want the possibility of all those scenarios to remain in play, but as I mentioned in the comments, I only post older things on a whim, and it was a state of longing that compelled me to post this one...unfortunately the person I THINK I had in mind when I posted that has not responded, but it's alright, I'm just glad to know I can conjure up different impressions with with my work...thanks for reading as always :)

[KAOlmsted]

As always, my pleasure ;-)

[kublakhan27]

;)

[Ufi Auttorri ~ UfoAutho..]

Wow! I get it. I really, really get it. Scary, huh? Now, this is elegant craftsmanship to my way of thinking. I saw through the poem's eyes, heard the sound of the poem's voice and felt with the ethereal hands. I like it, Kahn. I like it a lot. As always, each reader's interpretation will be unique but that is not as important as the experience.

[kublakhan27]

Thank you kindly my friend, it's pretty cool when a writer can connect with a reader like that...I seem to have lost this intangible element in my writing with the passing of time...I've been trying to reclaim it in recent works but I think the abstract still wins out at the end of the day...that's what scares me more than anything...do I hope or do I fear?

[Ufi Auttorri ~ UfoAuthor]

You have, yet again, given me pause to reflect upon the craft. Is it possible that when a writer "connects with a reader" it is because of a common, shared context? Now, in my personal experience there are two types of "spew" that issue from writers. The first is considered, learned, and in many ways akin to the art and science of engineering. The pieces are well-crafted and connect with the target audience in predictable ways. It's probably why you have such great disdain for the "happy endings" offered up by screen writers seeking only the approval of executives and the steady paycheck. The other is more spontaneous and honest but it’s a crap shoot because you never know what’s going to come out. Nor can one predict the effect or interpretation of the reader. It’s like trying to talk to dolphins or great ages or other non-human minds. There’s that struggle with understanding the world from their context and in most cases it just too difficult so the writer ignores the challenge altogether. After all, looking at the problem from the perspective of science, all systems tend toward the lowest possible energy states. For me personally, I equate this to laziness. Sometimes I write as a craftsman. At other times, just to see the colors flow across the paper; like a watercolor. The challenge that has been accepted and won by those writers most consider “masters” is to combine the two effects on-demand. Or at least with some semblance of repeatability. That one can “make a living” at it is, for the most part, irrelevant. As we both know, history is riddled with the tomes of great writers. Some had the luxury of time and resources in which to live the experience; others did not. Some were forged in the fires of poverty and despair, others poverty and love, still others the proverbial silver spoon was their inheritance and they wallowed in it or ignored it, as the case may be. I do not know your circumstance nor is it relevant to me. What is relevant though is that you seek to find that which you perceive as “lost.” All I can do to help in that quest is continue to read your stuff and try to tell you, from my perspective (for whatever that may be worth) how I relate to it. The sun shines, the sun sets; such is life.

[kublakhan27]

You've summed it all up pretty succinctly here...I don't think there's much else I can add except for this little bit: I would definitely file myself under the craftsman's category, as I have a very hard time writing "in the moment." As you probably now know, my favourite writers are the Romantics, namely Coleridge and Wordsworth, both of who were of the belief that poetry should represent "the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings," yet I've always struggled with that approach. I mentioned this to someone recently - it may have been you, I can't remember now - but in times of extreme emotions I can barely hold a pen steadily let alone write creatively. There was one writer from around the same era - I really wish I could remember who - that took the opposite view: that one should let emotions of extreme instances simmer before attempting to poetize them, as the writer is in a better position then to articulate those feelings. That's my most natural approach, yet my more recent stuff has carried a higher element of spontaneity, and have been pretty well-received in the process...I've already been talked out reworking several pieces by a good number of people - not just one or two, but enough to actually talk me out of it haha - so I fear a bit of an identity crisis at some point in the future. In any event, I broke through in the publishing ranks this year so it may not even have anything to do with writing...I have been "diagnosed" with having an over-analytical mind, and there is a certain degree of paranoia that comes with that when I'm writing. But that's been alleviated quite a bit as of late by the overwhelmingly positive feedback I've gotten for my stuff, so maybe it's much ado about nothing on my part. If something gets panned in the future, then my grip on the pen might loosen, but I'll focus on the sunshine in the meantime, notwithstanding the fact that winter is actually my favourite season :P

[kublakhan27]

Wow, I guess I DID add a lot to it after all LOL

[Ufi Auttorri ~ UfoAuthor]

Period! ...no, wait that was an exclamation mark, wasn't it? :D

[kublakhan27]

LOL Can it be both? :D