Poet Versus Painter, by Albert Ahearn
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Kaleidoscopic leaf cover
shimmers in the September sun
casting shadowy and sunlit
shifting pools of darkness and light
on a multicolored graveyard.
Sweet decaying scents permeate
the early autumn environs
while yellow oxeye sunflowers
sway to an autumnal zephyr
that whispers enchanting verses
softly throughout the trees.
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Never could a master artist
paint like a poet paints with words.
What subtle hues could he employ
to capture a whispering wind,
the sweetness of decaying leaves,
inconsistencies of shadows?
These intangibles are captured
with colors of imagery
that are discriminately mixed
and depicted where the painter
ruefully and completely fails,
affixed to inanimateness
whereas, the poet pens movement
and complexion into his work.
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Posted: 2012-09-15 12:43:30 UTC |
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2012-10-19 03:03:55 | P.Paan |
Imagery!! |
2012-11-04 22:24:00 | Malcolm Moss |
I like the poem but I have seen the wind in a painting and have felt the dew in a sketch. I have smelt the flower on a canvas and have heard the the anguish on a face.
Malc |