P O E T I C --- P A I N T I N G S


"Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen" -- da Vinci

To write poetry, you must read and, read some more -- Me





Dec 30, 2007

Plum


I know who
you really are.

though euphemisms
may run and scurry
for cover, refusing
to abdicate desire.

I know the real you
sitting
on my lifeline
smooth and moist
tantalizing.

With each nip
I watch you eclipse
from deep mad
to deeper anger,

then
you bleed into
yellow pulp;

and make me crave
you all the more
and covet your sweet
succulence;

I sigh and groan
while your pregnant nectar
seeps pass my
parted lips.

Dec 28, 2007

It's 3AM


They sat across from each
other at the back of Fred's Bar
the corner was dim

and choked
with furls of cigarillos
screwing virginia slims.


An antique table hoisted
her elbows and white russians,

umbrellaed his sweat and drips
of long island iced teas.

Cracked red vinyl seats
knew their asses well
and groaned under
their shifting weights
wishing that it had a mouth.

No one else heard
drifts of sultry's whisper
or the succulence she promised

"Oh, you like it like that?"

he could only drool and nod
his eyes dulled,
his toes curled in a grip
as tenacious as a pit-bull.

"yeah, that's good, that's
the spot" he sputtered.

They shocked the salt
and pepper shakers
right over the edge.

"Let's go and finish
this else where" he pants
"no, not yet" she murmurs,

"come, let's dance" she
pouts her red-painted
botox shots.

She gets up, rearranges
the black wisp of a dress

grinds the air
as she sashays
towards the dance floor

"one more thing --
(she murmurs)

what did you say
your name was?"

Dec 26, 2007

What Ever

Back when whiteness was clinched
in rosebud’s fist and pine had yet turned to pity.
Every morning hope shined within sun's face,
each night faith spooned moon’s baldness
Now they've both surrendered and given up their ghosts.


I'm a free verse writer. Below is a definition of free verse, from Bob's byway -- for those who don't know or aren't sure what free verse is...I mean!


FREE VERSE
A fluid form which conforms to no set rules of traditional versification. The free in free verse refers to the freedom from fixed patterns of meter and rhyme, but writers of free verse employ familiar poetic devices such as assonance, alliteration, imagery, caesura, figures of speech etc., and their rhythmic effects are dependent on the syllabic cadences emerging from the context. The term is often used in its French language form, vers libre.

Dec 25, 2007

Weekly Poetic Terms

ALLITERATION
Also called head rhyme or initial rhyme, the repetition of the initial sounds (usually consonants) of stressed syllables in neighboring words or at short intervals within a line or passage, usually at word beginnings, as in "wild and woolly," or the line from Shelley's "The Cloud":

I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
Sidelight: Alliteration has a gratifying effect on the sound, gives a reinforcement to stresses, and can also serve as a subtle connection or emphasis of key words in the line, but alliterated words should not "call attention" to themselves by strained usage.

I use alliteration when writing my poems. Being a free verse writer, I tend to stay away from rhyme. Alliteration is as close as I will get to rhyming even though it isn't quite rhyme -- If that makes sense.

the conversation




he is always near
murmuring;

that fleshless face
speaking
a delirium dialect
to antiseptic walls.

he pants, salivates for the last sip
that runs through my veins;

death always complains
about thirst,

he's the dehydrated
dog lapping
illusions of water
from a bowl.

oblivion will not
be satiated until
he cajoles my foot
to follow
its twin through
void’s stream,
where darkness

continually
flows into itself.