Dreams on a Palette

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

His studio is alive with her naked

beauty of pristine perfection as

she poses her slender body wrapped

in see through silk that covers the most

subtle beauty of each curve of her alabaster

skin so divine yet so fragile to his eye

The

curtain is flung open as the gentle breezes

caress the room and swirl around the artist

as his brush is given a life of its own

to blend the fine colors on the palette

that await the artistic magic

and beckons him to watch each movement that

she reveals to his perfection

 

and

his trained eye to view in detail her lips

that open slightly revealing the lines and

slight hint of pink of her female passions

like a flower as it opens and reaches

its petals to the warmth of the morning sun

He sketches her neck that stretches to reveal

a bosom so shapely and perfectly formed

by the hand of a god so soft and tender

yet gently rounded with each brush stroke of only

the finest oils on a canvas of linen not spoiled by

time and dust covered cobwebs of the past

He

breathes the life into his subject with every

twist and turn of his wrist and sharp eye he

puts on white the purest colors of flesh-tones

to make her come alive before him

This night he knows this beauty before

him is all but a dream as he closes his eyes

to waken to an empty dungeon of his

tortured soul and lost forever in his twisted

mind of demons whose only color is black and

red of hell’s eternal fire. He weeps alone and

finds no comfort

Yet in the still quiet places he can see her

as she quietly beckons him to come to her

and be the artist that he was, the master

of beauty in all he touched with clarity of

thought and passion and a vision so true

He wrestles the demons and wishes for his

death to end this torture of black and red to

feel the whites yellows pale blues

and golden ambers of yesterday as he slips

again over the edge of hell reaching out to

touch her finger tips so white

 

© Copyright Vincent Moore 2010. All Rights Reserved.

 

3 Responses to “Dreams on a Palette”

  1. justin price says:

    Vincent… beautiful I loved the line breaks with the article.

  2. marcoujor says:

    Vincent,

    I was meant to savor this timeless and hauntingly beautiful poem twice today.

    I love both of your sites and am determined to catch up on all of my reading by all of my favorites eventually… I am hoping you are seeing my comments on your other site, as I am not getting an immediate approval.

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