objets d’art ?
he muses over many dated pastiches
their jargon dated and unremarkable
yet inexplicably spinning, softly speaking
holding sway with an impassioned draw
contradictions of art and entertainment
smiles, snickers and chortles overwhelm
a study in contrast of intellectual play
muses of nights when muddled thoughts
of pub mavens scribbled ginned ink on paper
mid-bar the battle line of creative activity
sobriety spoke in measured tones of sanity
inebriation was boisterous demanding rule
thick tongued expression spoke too often
comely bodacious women of the night
urged the slovenly on to inane projects
where over indulgence directed creativity
literary insanity twisted slurs into objets d’art
11/10/2010
Jon Michael Willey
Regis
Sheila
peace and love, Carole~
Cleverly written poem. You take us into the head of an artist, whether it be on the canvas or a piece of paper. Great write.
Hugs,
Mary
Or else
I cried for humanity
especially when...
that sun-shined brightly, without any words
when did that sun set...in this world
Love and Blessings,
Christine
Love,
Sage
Nuf said. ;-)
Ron
This, My Friend, I save.
John
and treasured as the depth of friendship you inspire in the
eyes and the heart of this beholder. Thank you, my friend.
-gene.
Ever,
Christine
Cheers,
Dan
No? Blessings for a nice Sunday morning! Jasmin Horst
even in the slur of moments of an intoxicated swim
or the rash hard light of reality & insanity
your words are too artful Jon in the form
and the delivery as you sculpt our thoughts
artistic visors
Vickie