"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Sunday, August 30, 2015

the smaller i become


Artist in his Studio by Rembrandt


expressionless…
as dull as ochre splattered walls
hissing create…

images paint splatter my thoughts,
but refuse to reach my brush…

the longer I stare at the canvas
the smaller I become…

art is the heroin(e) pumping
through my brain…

but empty white space
mocks my addiction…

©susie clevenger 2015

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14 comments :

brudberg said...

Oh that pressure of an empty canvas...

angieinspired said...

Perfect

Dazzling zest said...

Nice

Kerry O'Connor said...

the longer I stare at the canvas
the smaller I become…

This carries the full measure of epigram, so apt and universal in its depiction of the artist.

Fireblossom said...

The heroine, with an "e". I love that.

Grace said...

I specially admire this part:

the longer I stare at the canvas
the smaller I become…

That emptiness mocks all of us ~

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Pure perfection :D

Other Mary said...

Great metaphor, Susie. I noticed the disparity in size of art to artist too.

Isadora Gruye said...

The longer I stare at the canvas the smaller I become....very similar to "blank page" syndrome in writers. Well done and viva la

Susmit said...

Creativity cannot go better....what an apt way to figure that dissonance between the sizes and weaving such a meanigful story...an amazing write!

ayala said...

Lovely :)

Helen said...

When inspiration fails, I often feel like shrinking, disappearing. Your poem describes it perfectly!

Lolamouse said...

This painting gave me the same feeling!

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

Really captured this feeling for me--Lovely, lovely write!

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