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Her

Edward Hopper, 1922
Courtesy : The Mag


Every alley, an artist's chef d'oeuvre,
Paintings made and unmade,
Riotous is an ingenious mind,
Incendiary when empty.

A coffee ruthlessly motivates,
Her hair - red, lusty, suborn,
Loud as her enunciated amor,
Eyes - hidden, lest you burn!

Brain, cognizant by habit,
Collects trivial flashes,
Brush drips in the mightiest red,
The red of unrequited dreams.

Comments

  1. Kathe W.18 May 2014 at 09:07

    love the last verse!

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  2. Mary18 May 2014 at 11:02

    Ah, your words painted the picture beautifully!

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  3. Midnight scribbles18 May 2014 at 11:18

    Expressed well, beautiful!

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  4. Jinksy18 May 2014 at 12:30

    That's a great interpretation from this prompt...

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  5. Charleen18 May 2014 at 15:00

    I feel this is more about the artist behind the pen/painting than the painting itself. Nice.

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  6. Truedessa18 May 2014 at 16:42

    interesting poem and fits the prompt nicely..the middle stanza my favorite.

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  7. Katherine18 May 2014 at 21:05

    Unrequited dreams... I think we all have these! This was wonderfully written and lovely to read!

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  8. Anonymous19 May 2014 at 04:31

    I was also very struck by the palette of colours in this painting and feel that you've really achieved a wondrous poem for the prompt!

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  9. Tess Kincaid19 May 2014 at 08:36

    So many reds in this painting...I like how you made beautiful use of them...

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  10. Cait O'Connor19 May 2014 at 08:49

    Yes, word painting indeed and very well done.

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  11. Anand S Unni19 May 2014 at 08:57

    Thanks people. :)

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  12. Helena19 May 2014 at 14:46

    An array of reds as I read! Being one myself, too!

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  13. Belva Rae Staples21 May 2014 at 09:30

    The red of unrequited dreams is a great line!

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  14. Rhissanna24 May 2014 at 22:33

    I love the notion that the woman's eyes are hidden because they're too powerful to see.

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