Against the clouds of grey,
hollow eyes follow
a streak of silver
piercing...
my fallen ceiling
of expectation.
The darkness hides
behind me,
in shadows...
of
brighter days.
Against the white,
form
of a woman
hesitates...
for intuition
again resides
with experience
of loves hold.
As charcoal breathes,
like the final puff-
of the day's last
cigarette...
smoke signals
interpreted.
Against the mirror's stare,
the sketch takes
form, and substance
once again...
child-like
eyes return.
In shades of grey
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Written May 26th, 2006
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There is something so magical about charcoal pencils to paper. The way the two meet is so soft. Is the drawing yours? Fabulous pose -- love where the hair is. That is the problem with me and including a picture, painting, art with a poem -- I get distracted.
Interesting how you included cigarette in there. I like that. Something about the smoke - which is always moving and in smoke is thinking or something. I don't smoke anymore but when I read about it poems wish I did.
Thanks for entering the Love Mangled with Art and for waiting this one out. I'm notoriously late with judging - hate it and so put it off as long as possible. I'm glad we've become acquainted.
Lisa
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hi. thanks for entering. i will be back with a comment on your poem. right now, i'm just letting you know i've read it. lisa
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there is something almost untouchable here.. difficult to surround in words.. it comes and goes effortlessly.. reminding me of creativity.. the way it will come on full force then vanish in what seems a breath.. at least for me, as I have often found that when attempting to sketch.... it is all wonder.
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If I had to pick a favourite poem of yours, it might have to be this one - not because it's the most accomplished, but because somehow it seems to me the most desperate, and therefore the most heartfelt. This is a most despairing love poem. I love the matter-of-factness of the first stanza, the spine chilling casualness of "darkness hiding behind shadows". Strangely, it affects me like I want to break open every locked cupboard and smash all the china in the world. And
I love the way you allude to 'the art in her eyes'
To me, this is an overwhelmingly sad poem, but it is also an incredible love poem. You surrender to everything, acceptsevery part of hopeless truths, every aching mile of her separation, but never let her love waver. Hers is a sinewy and courageously quiet passion, one that I cannot help be moved by. And because of it, this is a great poem.
Wishing you much luck in the contest my friend ~ crisstiena
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"The darkness hides behind me, in shadows...of brighter days." Gorgeous imagery & skillful use of language, Muddy...Lisa will like this one, I think...Good luck in the contest, my Friend...
Wanderer
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Beautiful! I am speechless, nothing to utter but-- BEAUTIFUL!
Much Love,
Renee
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Actually I wrote the piece and then found the art in her eyes. Thanks for your kind words Rowan
have a wonderful night
peace and hugs
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Oh man Muddy! This is phenomenal. Such power in this, it just takes hold of you and you can't help but to fall in love with the whole image, the feeling of it all. Hauntingly beatuiful hun. GREAT one
Blessings and Hugs, Gypsy
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Hey..I once wrote a poem about this pic..yours is much better! lol! Beautiful words that capture the essence of this picture perfectly. Good luck in this contest!
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