Art working for you xSapph
My Friend, 'xSapph at sixteen'...
It is the light which you wear that the painter seeks so diligently to capture on canvas
Whilst the composer wrestles with an air in his head to then relate of you
with a surgical precision for the orchestra to follow
And yet the poet remains lost in a world of you to be with you
But the sculptor now stands as a bedrock of this an artists show
but without the passionate instability of "those others"
He fashions you from marble for me to see and touch
posted by Simon Auchterlonie at 7:09 am
3 Comments:
powerful gaze in such a young face, beautiful words that match the features.
Thankyou
K.K
A look in a looking glass. A mouth like a small prune. Surely the face of a child like a sour candy has dissolved on the tongue!
What pretty poet could not pick a peach of pickled pouting! She is an enimga wrapped in a mystery wrapped in a cartouch!
This words so powerful like poetry to my eyes.
ASTONISHING INDEED!
Aaah The Barren and Acidic Gina (in her many disguises like a vampire bat screeching through the night searching for its cave). Where you see a coffin/cartouche, I see the strength of Simons affection for his Friend: the MUSE of many, giving birth to creativity. I agree with K.K the regal gaze of a young eagle is before us, I kneel at her feet!
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