he was sugar-coated
in gold
to behold him
a god
when the sun strikes his
muscled chest and legs
he posed
still as a sky cloud
caught between currents
as painters around him
buzz as bees circling, hungry for
honey
even though he is a skilled actor
poised as delicious cake puff
he could not veil
his eyes
she saw what no else saw
her fingers became his mirror
her brush became his
raw
poetry
in her canvas, he was a
bird in a cage
colorful feathers flickered out
& weighed
down by black ink, her
oils dripped
dripping
until it resembles
the swelling tear
clouds
his eyes
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Meeting the Bar, hosted by Bjorn Rudberg.
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Beautifully written Grace!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Grace.
ReplyDelete‘her fingers became his mirror
her brush became his
raw
poetry
in her canvas, he was a
bird in a cage
It reminded me a little of Leonard Cohen, one of my favorite modern day poets. So a huge compliment to you ☺️💕
This is gorgeously composed, Grace! This bit stood out in particular for me; "even though he is a skilled actor poised as delicious cake puff he could not veil his eyes." Kudos! 💝💝
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! I love the way the final stanza and concluding line can be read in two different ways: that way, it becomes two different poems.
ReplyDeletepoignant and captivating ...
ReplyDelete"as painters around him
buzz as bees circling, hungry for
honey"
sure many famous people suffer this ... not for me
Ooooh! I enjoyed that... wonderful description!
ReplyDeleteIt really doesn't matter how the outside looks if what's inside is boiling... those eyes betray.
ReplyDeleteI hadn't read your work for some while until lately and I have to say I'm impressed with the strides you've made in the meantime. You've got it going on, woman.
ReplyDeleteA golden poem.
ReplyDeleteA lovely read.
ReplyDeleteIntriguing.
ReplyDeleteMuch💛love
Gorgeous writing, Grace: her painter's brush capturing what is revealed by his eyes on canvas. A romantic conceit which every artist (poet) yearns towards.
ReplyDeletepax,
dora
a gorgeous poem. This painter and her subject/The subject and his painter. Love how that played out. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteExcellent poem G
ReplyDeleteWow, way to go using metaphors that resonate beautifully. Going to call you amazing Grace ~~~
ReplyDeleteThere's both appreciation, the joy of finding, and sadness here--the metaphor is nothing if not apt, for we are often remade (if we;re lucky) from the glitzy burden of having to be gods, into our truer forms by love. I especially liked "poised as delicious cake puff..." Lots of excellent phrases in this.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully rendered, Grace! The eyes usually give away.
ReplyDeleteWould fit into your other blog, too! Happy weekend, Grace
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