Calliope

Feb 02, 2008 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

The mysterious painting

Swirls of color intertwine

A kaleidoscope in my mind

Paintings of a different kind

Brush strokes on canvas assemble

Within it is a symbol

Images that make me tremble

Shadows and dark forms

Hellish creatures and terrible storms

Should I stop?I am torn.

Out it comes,no stopping now

My hands just move,I don't know how

A will of their own,to them I must bow

Dissappearing when completed

My memory of the image deleted

Only the knowledge of the painting,and that my will was defeated

About This Poem

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Region, Country: New York, USA

Comments

weirdelf

18 years 3 months ago

This was close to my

This was close to my reaction to Jackson Pollacks "Blue Poles". It excites and enthralls me every time I see it. You can't see the original uless you come to Australia, we paid $5 million for it and it is now worth $30 mill I wish I could paint. Loved your poem cheers, Jess

poewriter58

18 years 3 months ago

your poem

How wonderfully you speak of painting , that is one art form I have a difficult time with but they say that when one has the ability of one of the arts they have more and you have proven this by your writing very nicely written Chrys

LadyTheresa

56 years 4 months ago

I Love your Poem

ladytheresa Very beautifully written... :) LadyTheresa

IKnowNoBox

18 years 3 months ago

Part Paint part ink

poetry.... In ink, Dabbler

Calliope

18 years 3 months ago

Thanks everyone...

...This one came out of me just like the painting. Lacy, Where power corrupts,poetry cleanses.

RSScheerer

18 years 3 months ago

Art is art

Whether brush and canvas or paper and pen, we create strong, vivid images. I like the darker sides of this piece. You write them well. ~ Ronda

Calliope

18 years 3 months ago

Thanks Ronda

I do tend to drift toward the darker side of things.You know...I was once told I had an assignment of death over me,lol.Wonder if it's true... ... Where power corrupts,poetry cleanses.