Art is life projected
With this canvas held dead centre
As life is fully reflected
On flesh that may long remember
The ultimate canvas, is ones own skin
Where is painted the portrait of ones life
Beauty by the marring of flesh herein
Being by strokes of chance, ink, or knife
And each mark will tell a tale
Of some moment caught therein
With daring adventures to regale
Where whence thou story doth begin
Be it now when death is near
Still aye, my marks do me proud
As I have lived truly, I know no fear
Welcoming Grimm, in my best shroud
There is profundity of viewpoint and an ironic voice in the poem... enriched with the vibrance of concrete images to visually dissect the trajectory of life and its natural phenomena.
Wow Milan, your words are truely, a work of ART! ! ! Great Ink.; -) -Kelly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am so touched! Thank you, everyone, for your kind words and enthusiasm! I know it has been a while since I last posted anything new, but I hope to remedy this lapse quite soon. [3