Art Alluding to Alliteration

The studio of the artist
is much like the man.

The stony exterior is cracked
and worn, unkempt
and unwelcome to the
uninvited.

Teen boys loiter on the corner,
peering at the doorway as they
wait for the sensuous silhouette
of a model to saunter by.

Teen girls watch the boys,
twirl their tresses and wish
for the same attention.

Through the door are dark
corridors and a shadowed
workspace.

The room is quiet,
though not silent.
No music full of lilting lyric
allowed, only white noise,
to keep restless
thoughts focused.

The painter finds rich color
tangled in the dim light,
the canvas showing
what none other
knew existed.

Artist

Artist (Photo credit: Vince Garcia)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For the Sunday Whirl

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11 Comments

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11 responses to “Art Alluding to Alliteration

  1. Your last stanza reads like a revelation.

  2. Gorgeous, Mark. I loved this. The use of alliteration throughout was beautiful. And the closing stanza is perfect.

  3. Fabulous movement towards the final triumph.

  4. Wonderfully written! Great one Mark!

  5. Like this a whole lot more than the sweet mush I did. Like how you moved us from the outside in to the artist’s real accomplishment,

    Elizabeth
    http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2012/09/16/attempted-alliteration/

  6. I especially like the colors found in dim light!

  7. I love how this poem appears to grow right out of the title … it’s wonderfully wordled Mark and builds to a surprise ending (at least for me) and I thought the use of “white noise” was inspired.

    http://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.ca/2012/09/deaths-silhouette.html

  8. This is fantastic, but the first and last two lines really are powerful!

  9. A great vignette you paint there, Brother! The images come to life and breathe life into this piece.

  10. Wack…I made a great reply..but I think I forgot to post it.
    Nicely wordled. Pens are poets paint brushes. 🙂
    I’m here:
    http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/09/sunday-whirl-74stroll.html
    (Sorry if this is a repeat)

  11. What a wonderful title. Somehow all the parts hinge on each other and led to the last stanza. Nice work, Mark. I oft thought, if pop music can go on and on about love and relationships, why can’t poetry do it the way pop does?

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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