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Friday, March 25, 2011


Paper
Turning into
A token of the sensual
A precious vestige of humanity
Hanging on as the wheels of history
Inch forward through to the technological age
The innately satisfying scratch of pen on paper
Liquid paints soaking in as luscious strokes absorb
Into the greedily porous material changing the way
A picture looks, blurring of the edges make it an image
Reflective of its former self but never the same
Blending, seeping, encompassing, absorbing
The other colours highlighting the grandeur
Emphasising the blemishes of our culture
Blending, seeping, absorbing
Finding ourselves enhanced
Integrating the humanity
Of experience
Into reality
Forever


PICURE - COLOURED CREPE PAPER
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10 comments:

  1. RimkogerenMarch 26, 2011 at 4:15 AM

    Thanks for your greeting :-)
    I have looked at your blog. It's exciting. Your interpretation of the paper is excellent.

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  2. OliviaMarch 26, 2011 at 5:00 AM

    Oh my my! Cynthia, this is so beautiful!

    The paper must be gloating with such a tribute presented to it.. :)

    Indeed it absorbs it all to reflect upon a painting with certain colors! Aah, always as a base it provides a ground for historians to write of their blood- soaked history..

    Very well written my friend
    Hugs xoxox

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  3. The PoetMarch 26, 2011 at 6:18 AM

    Great blog. Your take on "paper" is very good.

    Thanks for stopping by.

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  4. T F CarthickMarch 26, 2011 at 8:01 AM

    Beautiful poem, skillfully done in the diamong shape. And really powerful use of words. Is this some rules for this kind of shape poetry like form poetry or is it a freestyle?

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  5. Cynthia MMarch 26, 2011 at 12:20 PM

    Rimkogerin: Thankyou, I do genuinely love the look and feel of paper in all its guises :)
    Olivia: Thankyou so much, yes...all that history!
    Thanks Andy
    The Fool: Thankyou. The shape of the poem is definately freestyle...just a playing around thing :)

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  6. Brian MillerMarch 26, 2011 at 5:17 PM

    smiles. without the paper where would the paint be? they must be in it together..

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  7. sweet pea.March 26, 2011 at 9:22 PM

    oooooh i like this one =)))

    thanks for dropping by, and for your comment =)

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  8. KarenMarch 28, 2011 at 11:25 AM

    What a wonderful bit of verse. I, too, love the feel and texture of paper, every pore waiting to absorb my thoughts.

    And your line "A precious vestige of humanity" - how very true!

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  9. JamieDedesMarch 30, 2011 at 11:47 AM

    What a homage, both concrete and sensual at the same time. Lovely!

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  10. Cynthia MMarch 30, 2011 at 4:20 PM

    Thankyou everyone, I really appreciate your comments, thanks for visiting, you're always welcome :)

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