Friday, July 8, 2011

Criticism Of A Self Portrait

*This poem is a product of Art-spiration, thanks to the wonderful images of Bonnie from original art studio
and the folks over at one stop poetry , enjoy...


*ALSO SUBMITTED FOR JINGLE POETRY'S POTLUCK WEEK 44  "PAINTING WHISPERS"



A coil of white ink
extends itself
from the slightest tract of
soft-tissue; a pale membrane aquiesces-
a diligent breath diffuses
beneath a gate of ribs.

This cord
of many sinewous strings;
traverses the narrow alley intersecting
my-self
and
a muraled door, opposing me.

Pirouetting
with the feathered atoms
of hydrogen
and oxygen, along its way;
it has become a wire,
now vibrating.

Its' entrance
into the mural;
although surreptitious, is marked
by a point;
a small hole consisting of
infinite dimensions, each one
flaring out from its epicenter;
tremorous arteries
siphoning and examining
small samples of color
from the strange skin of canvas.

As the fiberous vessels
begin to grasp the mural's edges,
its tarnished surface
subtly resembles a mirror,
splintered and fractured,
in which I can detect faint shadows
of my-self; opaque projections
of an old color film.

I am, now-
two murals;
reflecting upon each other
the infinite array of chroma
and the absense of it.

9 comments:

  1. Very cool. I do see that we hit on very similar ideas with this picture--though we took them in different directions--you've got some great phrases in here too, suggesting a fusion of the organic with the inanimate, an exchange of life force, and an enlargement rather than a subsuming in the merge. I liked this especially:

    Pirouetting
    with the feathered atoms
    of hydrogen
    and oxygen, along its way;
    it has become a wire,
    now vibrating.

    very procedural, but musical as well.

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  2. You have projected so much of your own beauty, complexity and intrigue on my little offering. I feel honoured.

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  3. oh wow...very nicely done...the vivid biological descriptions linking art and the person is very well done...my heart beat poetry on one side and art on the other..smiles.

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  4. Pirouetting
    with the feathered atoms
    of hydrogen
    and oxygen, along its way;
    it has become a wire,
    now vibrating.

    That's my kind of poetry!!

    PS - I wrote a comment to your comment on my blog.

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  5. wow...such a vivid picture you create. the fusion of self and mural is so delicate and intense. did i say wow?

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  6. Invite you to write something based on the image you see,
    Hope all is well.
    Thanks for the attention.
    Appreciate your input.
    Cheers.

    signed in to follow your blog.

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  7. that's very elegant...

    painting does inspire, poetry is the siblings to art/panting.

    Thanks for sharing.

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  8. Wow this blows me away, incredible!

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