nostalgic for the days I don't remember
way back when
poets and painters blended and mixed their mediums
poets and painters blended and mixed their mediums
mingling their reds and blacks blood brothers on white
walls paper words that made the colors stand up, shout out, jump and dance
in the aesthetic lyceum
in the aesthetic lyceum
lit up by the spotlight of your gaze
tracing the illuminated lyrical lines
longing for your lips
tracing the illuminated lyrical lines
longing for your lips
that fuse, melt, and ooze from one dimension to all, in all
in alchemical attraction
of painters and poets, pictures smeared with words,
sounds like music,
sharing shapes in space
sharing shapes in space
is art made anew
(reenvisioned)
(commissioned)
(juxtapositioned)
I never see
this artistic endeavor
together today, so sad to say
evermore I miss those olden days
that I've only felt in poems or paintings
when the love of artistry
met eye to I...
Once upon a time
partners in poetic crime.
Image By Władysław Roguski 1890-1940 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
