The lines underneath your lashes
Are not as deep as the valleys
That exscind your heart
You relay all bias
Through the moon
The phases of eclipse and ignition
Even the gravity
That enslaves you to your art
Is both anathema and provision
I watch you spread flesh and blood
Over open-faced diaries
Praying that exposure might lend itself
To an ubiquitous cleansing
Praying that the honesty of one
Might translate the voiceless panic
Of an increasingly damaged nation
I dread those moments
When your upturned brushes
Find no cause worthy of polemic
Those moments when your palate knife
Euthanizes all endeavor
To see you virulent in the act of creation
Is the substance of my unwashed dreams
So paint and through painting be seen
15 thoughts on “Painter”
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Well this is very interesting Yves, dictionary at the ready. You have the ability to create some striking images. I like the image of ‘the palette knife enthanising all effort’. So well written.
Thank you very much Michael =)
I love the poetry, very well expressed.
Thanks so much Samina, I hope you are recovering well =)
I love this and want to climb inside your words.
Awww thank you Anja =)
This is just lovely…painted truth in words.
Thank you so much =)
wow…the spreading flesh over open faced diaries is a great line…i really like how you use the moon in this too…the phases of eclipse and ignition….very nicely done ma’am…
Thanks Brian for such an amazing compliment
Whata wonderful evocation of the creativity of an artist – brilliant! 🙂 🙂
Thank you Helen you are so kind!
So beautiful, what lovely words you have used to describe art, just love this!
Thank you so much Lisa =)