Scanning Old Paintings Poem by Marieta Maglas
Scanning Old Paintings
Withered canvas in a new color,
sentiments evaporating,
ancient moments jumping into the present,
a meltdown and a flash flood of hues,
cracklings of the whole light,
anti configuration for all the dihedral angles,
a lot of faces with red scarring
understanding some riots and
any unborn silent scream,
a brief flutter of the skipped heartbeat,
no static evolutionary movement,
a need to envisage the political
imagination of national freedom
within the florescent frameworks,
many disorders of eruptive erosions
and erosive eruptions
to galvanize the ugliness.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
Excellent. For me painting and poetry are one.You have struck that note as well.10.
Superb write. I have always believed that a poem is a painting in words. As always, Sandra
Wahooo [applause] what a poetry wow! ! ! Ideating perfect with metaphor…down the [a]live dancing balleting memory lane Thanks for such a nice poem 10++ Ms. Nivedita UK
' Withered canvas in new color, ..' perhaps a new proverb, I have not read it before anywhere. Anyway very smartly written with mathematically selective words. a total poetry which is very rare reading experience. you have won with your own talent the marks option 10+++++ apoet bangla.
' Withered canvas in new color, ..' perhaps a new proverb, I have not read it before anywhere. Anyway very smartly written with mathematically selective words. a total poetry which is very rare reading experience. you have won with your own talent the marks option 10+++++ apoet bangla.
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 5:17:45 PM # 1.0.0.1119
i love this poem it puts such a vivid picture in my head