- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Friday Art Walk
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tree-breath and gas fumes
in the warm wind,
racing d.o.a. thoughts,
nervous intersections,
smooth affluent pavement
wine and roses
young and old
packed
into dozens of galleries
high realism etched into canvases
in countless colors:
mountain forests,
chili peppers,
boat-yards,
great care taken with an onion.
I like these mundane ones:
they drag a little saw-dust
(a little reality)
onto the canvas
I'm in from my world,
(my shirt a little sweaty)
but I'm not embarassed:
it's the state of the arts,
and I'm no stranger here
just careful of the canvases
priced in thousands
overseas,
there are protests, explosions
and people breathing
first breaths of freedom
on the stairs
I let two beautiful girls
go ahead,
their tight dresses
hugging bodies I'm embarassed
to look at
(for some mysterious reason;)
after that,
some pleasant looking children
pass by
as if in metaphor
at the top,
I find an old painter
(long-haired and spectacled)
and we chat,
as I take in his works
and their beauty...
which for me must be
fleeting like nature's first green
- COMMENTS
twelveooneabout 13 years agoon a stroll myself, don't feel like commenting, or even leaving a pun.
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I lied, S3 is fab; S6? (on the stairs...) is flab, see no reason for it and speaking of reasons, even mysterious ones
(for some mysterious reason;)
; ?
buttersabout 13 years agohere, the narrator is the observer, only interacting at the end... but it's through the narrators eyes you allow us to be the observer, moving with them through the environment, sensing the
racing d.o.a. thoughts,
nervous intersections,
smooth affluent pavement
the small discomforts of the girls in tight dresses, the arty disassociation of the children as a metaphor...
very much the outsider looking in on the window of life, sean.
bulltlrabout 13 years agoI read it twice and then once more for good measure...
this stanza and the one before it.. spoke to me the loudest
I'm in from my world,
(my shirt a little sweaty)
but I'm not embarassed:
it's the state of the arts,
and I'm no stranger here
just careful of the canvases
priced in thousands
well done!
vrosej10about 13 years agoLove this one Sean. It got a five and a recommend. There is something in the wording that bothers me, but I am not sure what...maybe the others will get it.
