The Poet is no Artist

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by wallflower, Apr 15, 2011.

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  1. wallflower

    wallflower Well-Known Member

    the poet is a different artist than the painter
    there is no color to swirl for the reader to perceive
    all the writer asks is that the reader beleive
    there is only rough lettering, no note or crescendo
    (just a word, a thought, or a distinct idea)

    no brief sketch of what the artist was seeing
    where emotions sizzle, and daydreams fizzle
    the poet is blind, where tear-drops fall on patterns
    (following criss-crossed paths downstairs)
    we realize the numbered box is holding us all inside

    we open our mouths wide for our holy communication
    the poet is an artist, the poet dances on thimbles
    (the poet collects apples instead of coins)
    sowing seeds of magic through dizzying symbols
    the poet knows shapes, knows rocks, know real

    but open up Pandora's eyes and there's more to peel
    like a tangerine, we seem to keep ourselves locked
    as if squares made us more like sisters to mankind
    the poet is unordinary, she shares her bread
    she had no invitation to the studio's party
    because her voice bled like wine
    the fruit of life

  2. total eclipse

    total eclipse SF Friend Staff Alumni

    I like you poem you are such a great poet hugs
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