Where Ink and Eye Join


There are so many faces
on the tip of my pen.
where ink and eye join.

With hand on the unknown
I bleed images on canvas,
speaking hello with color.

Drunk on muse’s wine
I spiral her imagination into flesh
only observation can define.

When vision loosens its grip I stare
into souls whose destiny is a wall
where hammered nail hangs appreciation.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

NaPoWriMo ~ Day 16

The painting that inspired this piece is Untitled "Doodle" by Ted Gordon and can be seen here: AVAM  (American Visionary Art Museum)

Comments

Buddah Moskowitz said…
I like the first-person perspective here, it works. Great observations too.
April 16, 2015 at 12:30 PM
Gillena Cox said…
ah yes, i can see myself, awed at the images, sketched in that exhibition


much love...
April 16, 2015 at 12:50 PM
Hannah said…
Love it all but especially your second stanza, Susie! Nice!
April 16, 2015 at 2:47 PM
Anonymous said…
Susie, you &I joined on "Doodle." I love the thought of ink &eye joining.
April 16, 2015 at 2:51 PM
Sanaa Rizvi said…
Such beautiful lines here :D
It speaks to me and touches my soul :D

When vision loosens its grip I stare
into souls whose destiny is a wall
where hammered nail hangs appreciation.

Its lovely :D
xoxo
April 16, 2015 at 3:01 PM
Sherry Blue Sky said…
I like "speaking hello with color" and the hammered nail hanging appreciation.
April 16, 2015 at 3:23 PM
brudberg said…
I feel like I have a pen in my hand drawing art when I read your words
April 16, 2015 at 3:51 PM
humbird said…
Your poem - a gem, clever and graceful. I believe the souls stare back at us from the art works... :)x
April 16, 2015 at 8:21 PM
Ella said…
I adore, "speaking hello with color"
Yes, this one dazzles me~
April 16, 2015 at 9:38 PM
Magaly Guerrero said…
To be "drunk in muse's wine"... what a delight to read, and to write...
April 16, 2015 at 9:58 PM
Jim said…
I really like the last part of the lower line, "the nail hammered into the wall' as a destination. Like country directions.

"Drunk on muse’s wine" is like the old days' music lines. Only the wine was something cheap, not "Muse's".
..
April 17, 2015 at 12:38 AM
Other Mary said…
Your opening lines are fascinating, Susie! Love this.
April 17, 2015 at 6:26 AM
Rosemary Nissen-Wade said…
I like the way you've imagined yourself into the skin of the artist.
April 17, 2015 at 7:47 AM
hedgewitch said…
Ink as blood, faces within the pen, imagination made flesh, all sharp analogies to connect us with that place where we write out the faces we hang on our walls.
April 17, 2015 at 9:22 AM
Lolamouse said…
That first stanza really captures the feeling of these sketches. In the museum, there were dozens of them, and each one was more intricate than the next. Just an amazing thing to see! Thanks for participating in the prompt!
April 17, 2015 at 9:29 AM
Anonymous said…
It's all good. SC, and I know some folks like other parts more, but S1 really says it all for me, both about writing and graphic arts. Well done.
April 17, 2015 at 4:15 PM
grapeling said…
a great title, and cleanly penned. damn, i like that phrase. it seems like it could go well in a villanelle, too... ~
April 17, 2015 at 11:57 PM
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