Joseph P. DiMino Poet Free verse

A Fiery Lick

Something about paint
I absolutely adore!~feeling more
fluid-thinking when wearing an 
old smock, branded with dashes and 
blobs, to my mind each
one a stripe of rank with starry 
splashes my medals – 

like coral reefs 

like florescent algae

a new canvas primed, runny
with liquid motion; I thrust
my igniting brush...somewhat
sad when all is dried and 
framed; yet the good ones
remain tacky to the touch,
delightfully smeary to
the eye~like the wetted
hands of children, bringing their
innate patterns into active focus --

I think, when it comes to poetry
the ocean will never be entirely
emptied: what mysterious lyrics
lurk in such black, unrhymed depths – 
by the magma-vents, like moths
writers are drawn to eerie glows,
shadowy forms~dauntless, ready to
risk even death for fiery licks
and rapturous cuddles....

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Ann Foster July 15, 2022 at 3:50 PM wow... what a lovely artist. Great words... excellent writing. Ann Joseph P. DiMino July 16, 2022 at 5:24 AM Hi Ann; thank you so much. You made my day. Blessings!

Timothy Ray June 27, 2022 at 5:51 AM my next apt. over in Mexico was an artist. i would go next door and watch him paint. your poem is an admixture of those days so it is very personal....warmly walked thru and flooded with memories....so Joe, take a bow you have achieved the poets' labor, in words where life saunters the paths come alive Joseph P. DiMino June 27, 2022 at 7:51 AM Hi Timothy; thank you my friend. Sounds like Mexico was a wonderfully, soul-searching creative period in your life. I think the artist, writer, sculptor, etc., is doubly blessed, having the manifest ability of adding deeper spiritual dimension to everything he or she sees and hears for show and tell.

Andrea Dietrich June 26, 2022 at 1:37 PM this shows so much imagination and creativity. Great analogy between painting and poetry too. Wish I could do both those things. Joseph P. DiMino June 26, 2022 at 7:29 PM Thank you so much Andrea; you are an especially talented writer. I greatly enjoy all of your words. Blessings my friend!

Jennifer Proxenos June 26, 2022 at 4:50 AM How blessed you are to enjoy and create both artistic canvases or breathtaking poetry - a dual talent which is rare, enjoy both my friend as you have the gift of bringing to life your poetry, as I am sure you achieve with your artistic talent. i delve in a little myself, sketching of cartoons and historical characters. In fact i have never posted one as i didn't think them worthwhile. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer. Joseph P. DiMino June 26, 2022 at 7:38 PM Thank you, Jennifer; plenty to paint in Greece -- Magnificent islands what I can glean from photographs and motion pictures. Incredible landscapes and seascapes for inspiration. I mostly write. Writing my passion.

Panagiota Romios June 25, 2022 at 4:45 PM A great description of the creative process as a visual and written artist. There are millions of poems written daily. It’s amazing! Hugs, Panagiota xx Joseph P. DiMino June 25, 2022 at 7:33 PM Thank you, Pangie; it's a brain, soul stimulating process...a worthwhile challenge to be creative! Blessings my friend!

Sally Eslinger June 25, 2022 at 6:54 AM Joe!! OMG! You absolutely nailed it! The descriptive truth of the process of a visual artist at work! Just pink peacock perfect! at least for me too. Didn’t know you are also visual artist! My stuff’s all up on FB.I’ve illustrated most all my poems plus … this poem is truth, precisely eleoquently written. Hope to calligraphy it and frame!Love you for this one…sally Joseph P. DiMino June 25, 2022 at 8:16 AM Wow! That would be a terrific honor. Please, do what you like with the work. You made my day. I started with oils (realism) about 60 years ago, about the same time I became interested in writing. Then went to pastels, then fell in love with impressionism, now loving Mid-century Modernism -- recently started doing wood stuff, with odd shapes of scroll-saw remains, like a puzzle putting bits together, and placing them on small wood pedestals. My wife, Ila, taught art and music...so art is always a collaboration (arguing, fondly bickering:)). Blessings my friend! Next poem I do, I will post also a picture of one of our little sculptures -- they are interesting we think.

Evelyn Judy Buehler June 23, 2022 at 6:10 PM I've often wished that I was good at painting, Joe, and your beautiful poem makes me wish it once again. Have a nice evening, Evelyn :) Joseph P. DiMino June 23, 2022 at 9:12 PM Thank you, Evelyn; have a beautiful day. Blessings!

Vijay Pandit June 23, 2022 at 9:26 AM This is a fabulous ode to art and poetry, Joe. Obviously you love both and it shows through artful vocabulary of this poem. Joseph P. DiMino June 23, 2022 at 2:40 PM Hi Vijay; yes, I love art and writing -- poetry is my favorite form of expression though. Blessings my friend!

Kim Rodrigues June 23, 2022 at 8:25 AM I enjoyed this poem very much! Great imagery and emotion, joy, even darkness. I am not an artist but enjoy art. I love when I first heard the term “color values.” I never thought to see the overlapping waves of colors. Thrilling! Joseph P. DiMino June 23, 2022 at 2:43 PM This is one of the nicest comments you could give me: I try to reach the spirit of my subjects when writing, thinking that when successful the reader will fill in all the spaces with his or her own innate beauty. I did not dwell on colors, yet you saw them all. You made my day!