I have been more then expressive, speaking from the heart,
All but a few mental words is needed to give a start,
To convey meaning to a message, an emotional spark,
To its reader; my intent being, more than just a lark.
Accolade or attention is not the purpose of desire,
Simply, it’s the earnest intent by words, to inspire,
To garner an expressive response that does fuel my fire,
To give meaning to all I do, rather then from it, retire.
Encountering the work of artist Thijme Termaat ( I Paint ) via his YouTube posted video titled `I Paint’, I was quite impressed by his talent. Hours before I had started to write the following poem but it wasn’t materializing into anything I thought meaningful but then, subsequent to watching `I Paint’ and visiting Mr. Termaat’s website, I was inspired to complete the poem to represent all forms of artistic, creative talent :
Staring onto the blankness of the canvass page,
Watching as mysterious images take stage;
Not knowing their meaning, how to gauge,
Whether to be happy or, succumb to rage.
One by one, ceaseless, markings take on form,
Shaping contours that challenge a norm;
Imagination conspiring conflict with artisan’s forum,
Compelled to quell this brewing, mind-filled storm.
Hopeless to the helplessness of a moment pause,
To interpret translation by material, though fluid laws;
Rendering a final decision to what manifests, befalls,
To effect a meaning that has potentially, no true cause.
Cerebral energy transitions to a machine-like phase,
Inducing movement while the mind’s noiseless melody plays;
Pigmented colors of meaning, beyond just black and greys,
Capturing an image-thought, before it fades.
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