Having an Art attack
Closing my eyes at the evening hour
expelling the din of a restless work day
Walling out warlords from my private castle
expelling the din of a restless work day
Walling out warlords from my private castle
when thoughts of you invade
soft tickle of fingers
wit filled remark upon prose
warm breath upon breast
forest hair to get lost in
alluring wishes of hope
inviting hips of precision
and your invading oils
upon my minds canvas
drips deep into the soul
my private castle becomes
a gallery for two
.
the warlords, less clever than an artist,
are sent packing for another day
how did I miss this one before. just lovely. I love it. had to read, and re-read…
October 20, 2009 at 10:19 pm
Thanks Samantha, wrote this poem after viewing a gorgeous impressionist styled painting of a woman, that I regrettably didn’t by.
“the artistry of a woman” sounds like a tacky cliche, but it holds its power.
October 31, 2009 at 11:39 am