Dexsta Ray

Gold Star - 12,863 Points (March 8,1994 -)

The Classic Oil Painting - Poem by Dexsta Ray

Tis perfect fit in the wall...
Emerging rifts...
The currents
Lifting off the still life
Resolve
Consistent, pitch converted
Wish to listen
It's a shrill sight
Simply rigid is it?
Real time
Minutes shatter, last, after crafters...
Fitting...
Black slabs of this sit
Orange mixed in
Which lit the sky
With a pinch of green
Absorbed
Mixed in and then a singe of cream
Lightens
Clench the eye
'Gainst the sails
Mostly night, without the stars, but the image showed It well
Ocean sells!
Maybe literal
The broken shells could tell a story
Sold to blowing breeze
Own and held
Coast and sea, to unveil the glory
Something from it
Like a ghost
Art
Froze, tumbling, know it fell, whether
Static or the type that repeats
The oil passes hope

Topic(s) of this poem: abstract, art


Comments about The Classic Oil Painting by Dexsta Ray

  • Gajanan Mishra (1/21/2016 1:42:00 AM)


    unveil glory, good one, thanks (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 21, 2016



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