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Thursday, April 16, 2015

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)


Buddah Moskowitz said...

I like the first-person perspective here, it works. Great observations too.

Gillena Cox said...

ah yes, i can see myself, awed at the images, sketched in that exhibition

much love...

Hannah said...

Love it all but especially your second stanza, Susie! Nice!

angieinspired said...

Susie, you &I joined on "Doodle." I love the thought of ink &eye joining.

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

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I like "speaking hello with color" and the hammered nail hanging appreciation.

Björn Rudberg said...

I feel like I have a pen in my hand drawing art when I read your words

humbird said...

Your poem - a gem, clever and graceful. I believe the souls stare back at us from the art works... :)x

Ella said...

I adore, "speaking hello with color"
Yes, this one dazzles me~

Magaly Guerrero said...

To be "drunk in muse's wine"... what a delight to read, and to write...

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".

Other Mary said...

Your opening lines are fascinating, Susie! Love this.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

I like the way you've imagined yourself into the skin of the artist.

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.

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!

rlavalette 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.

grapeling said...

a great title, and cleanly penned. damn, i like that phrase. it seems like it could go well in a villanelle, too... ~

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