The Essence Of Painting Poem by Paul Hartal

The Essence Of Painting

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Silent wordscapes
dream on the palette.
The brushstrokes bridge
through the thin air
the quiet space between
matter and mind.

Slowly the lines,
emerge like reticent songs,
born from
the inaudible music
of the heart,
and they flow meandering
through the canvas.

They give rise to forms
evolve in muted verse,
create a garden of images,
where flowers of summer
bloom and icicles grow
on the edges of roofs.

And then taciturn thoughts,
ardor, zest and passion
sprout into soundless odes
and sonnets.
They rise in joy,
triumphantly celebrate
the essence of painting:
poetry.

Saturday, September 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mohammad Skati 27 September 2014

True feelings and emotions. I loved it.

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