August 12, 2005

  • The Muse works in Mysterious ways…


    Never underestimate the power of art.  This evening, I found myself with the itch to write something.  To help stimulate some inspiration, I pulled out a book called “Klimt’s Women” which features the paintings and ladies that helped bring him to fame and also helped usher in the modern age of painting.


    The following three poems were written this evening, inspired by some of his painted women:


    Garden of Life


    They were a study of hope
    and their naked bodies glistened
    clean and fresh from the bath
    water and bubbles dripping from
    their scrubbed extremities.


    He rubbed his large brown hand
    over her swollen abdomen
    gently teasing the protruding navel
    stooping finally to put his ear
    to the universe in her womb.


    She looked like Mother Earth incarnate,
    her belly full of child
    breasts succulent, enticing,
    heavy with nourishing milk,
    a goddess in the garden of life.


     


    Danae in Repose


    Her very name was rapture
    and her strawberry curls
    were a loose tangle of color,
    the ends deep brown from
    dipping in the water below.


    The bath became a
    steamy sensuous cauldron,
    her creamy skin blushing
    as her dainty fingers danced
    to the music of the spheres.


    Her very name was bliss
    as she sang her song to heaven
    her voice lifted like an angel’s prayer
    reaching the throne of Paradise
    with a contented sigh.


     


    Mermaid


    This was no mythic creature
    but a goddess beautiful and terrible,
    her skin silver and wet
    as she combed her platinum locks.


    Her steely eyes chilled the heart
    as the fisherman dropped his net
    disturbing her moment of solitude
    on the white sands of his island.


    Her movement was quick and fluid
    like water in motion and
    he shaded his eyes from the gleam
    of her sepentine tail.


    Her laughter was all around him
    as she shimmered into the crystalline depths
    to frolic with her sisters
    and dine on the rich blood of fish.


     


     


     

Comments (5)

  • Thanks for your comment. It’s always nice to hear about someone doing well with Lupus. All I’ve been hearing lately is how bad it can be. I’m glad your father is doing well.
    Also, I enjoy your poetry. I’ve never been very good at poetry but love to read it. Yours is beautiful!

  • Having just visited the ocean and feasted on fresh halibut, I particularly like the “Mermaid”. 

  • You might try Launchcast internet music at Yahoo. It has a free version and lets you rate artists or songs you like, then it plays things you might like based on your preferences.  I have discovered lots of music I might have missed otherwise because of this. The only downfall is you have to be signed on with a pretty good connection and sitting in front of the computer, or have really good speakers. <G> It also has a page for each artist with samples. It’s been fun looking up old stuff from the 80s. Geez, I sound like a commercial. But it’s fun for the price. :)

  • :) you’re on, Jan.   Thanks

  • I know the paitings you are writing about without seeing them.  You have a way with sensual imagry.  The first one, for me anyway, evokes  Adam awaiting the birth of Eve.

    I especially like the mermaid. All that’s missing is the smell of sea air, and salt spray coming out of the computer (;) ) .  

    Denae is more erotic, without being overt if that makes sense. Unless I’ve just got an erotic mind. (hmmm maybe).   Again, I see it clearly from the poem, the romanesque lady, curls all over.  

    Well done! :)

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