Portraitures
Most portraitures have different glances,
that see through many an armored face
where hidden self-defense from life
could keep each finite imprint whole.
And I hold comfort in art's streaks,
bewildering all who gaze at close-up tones
in awe of hushed curiosity,
with mystic thoughts which they all share.
Those painted impressions hang
upon an endless brush of halls
until the curves have gone away,
until outlined silhouettes wane...
Before the queue in a gallery,
are dashes of paint that light the room:
And a crowd's silence bow reverently,
for the audience has reached its final heave.
Strand's Completely New (2) Contest
6/28/2020
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2020
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