Patient at her easel
Daubing midnight into shades
Holding to a memory
Before the shape of him fades
Collecting magic from her palette
Stroking acytelene passion's flow
Steeped in eternity
With a sabled sparkled afterglow
She hums a song of rhythm
Perpetuated in love's moving tune
Quietly she acqueices
Keeping time beneath a liquid moon
Slowly she sways from loving
A dance with spirit's creature, strong
Creating bliss for this lifetime
Amour immortal
Just where her love belongs.
Your imagery is wonderful here, Susan, transforming the poem into a painting within itself. Extraordinary -- I do so enjoy your writing. It's always a pleasure to read.
Love,
CJ
It's amazing how far we can be drawn into the deeper recesses of the canvas that stand deceptively lifeless on the easel. In reality - at least for the conceptual mind of the artist - the canvas, in the form of the subject created, possess an alluring quality that sucks you in.
I love the imagery you employ which for me is in harmony with how my mind engters into the embelishing strokes of the sienna dipped sable.
Reviewed by Michael Mathieu (Reader)
Reviewed on December 9, 2006
I love how you mixed the person with the painting.
Images forever.
Well done
Gods Speed!
Michael
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Love,
CJ
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I love the imagery you employ which for me is in harmony with how my mind engters into the embelishing strokes of the sienna dipped sable.
Images forever.
Well done
Gods Speed!
Michael
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