Rest, O' Zdzislaw Beksinsk's Easel

Your way with words is so very different and unique dear sweet paige, i love the way youv touched so many elements found in the artpiece with your brilliant diction and metaphors ~ I especially loved “ now holding you, O' skeleton laid out in snow, the death of you breathed out by a rose” just stunningly moving! Thank you for writing. And for sharing Pleasure reading Congratulations on your win

Congratulations on your win. I enjoyed reading your wonderful write. Have a blessed day with your win...............

Its amazing how you write it metaphorically and yet, its still so raw & powerful. I haven't seen many poets achieve the combination many times, certainly not on your level. Its very impressive writing. Unorthodox but totally astonishing.

A wonderful poem expressing the horror of death and what it leaves behind.

You have successfully captured the anguish and the fundamental terror in the artwork.

“now holding you, O' skeleton laid out in snow, the death of you breathed out by a rose, as the night paints on our love again, ~ the dust ends where fingertips begin ~” Paige these lines are so well written and filled with stunning imagery! Best wishes in the contest!

Your piece captures the angst & underlying fear in art piece, PH & the clutching of the one who birthed. It also captures the deep synchronicity between the mother & child, in my perception. These are two exquisite lines portraying choice of souls choosing one another: “ you broke through the flesh of my tomb; my bone broken, against you.”. The final line portrays your usual underlying “dimness” of human character, the opposite of Peace. I’ve not read the stipulations for this contest, though I’ve read two other poems written for it ~ all three reads do not speak to title of Contest : “Pyramid of Peace”. I was just wondering whether poets are still coming to grips with the upward movement of detachment, which Peace calls for. Happy to see you entering Contests, Paige. Have a good day.

Looks like a very inspired wow poem. Wish I saw the painting right here!

- A wonderful poem, Paige :) - GL in the contest :) - hugs

Great inspiration. You wrote this in an excellent way.

An edgy voice for an edgy masterpiece of art. I love the last line shocking with unrequited love between the sun & oblivion Wow. " ~ her first, but In your arms, bereaved sun; she will always be another's oblivion ~

nicely penned for the contest...best wishes with this entry.

Always unique in your descriptions. … mummy, love the man who still digs…very funny line. Hugs ~ Kim

Creative way to go with this particular artist's work. He was very dark according to what I observed. Not my style..LOL..This one reads like a good contender to me for the contest. Way to go. Thank you for sharing it with us. Sara K.

The poetry is really moving, Paige. I could almost feel the image bursting to life via your lyrically moving, poignant, and tangible words; your interpretation of the artwork is first-rate.

Oh my gosh! You really left me searching for proper words, dear Paige, where do I begin praising this absolutely breathtaking piece?! Your take on the artwork is absolutely phenomenal and I could just visualising the image coming to life thru your truly poetic poignant and palpable lines ... Especially "the death of you breathed out by a rose" sigh, my heart skipped a beat there! Such piercing melancholy... "~ her first, but In your arms, bereaved sun; she will always be another's oblivion ~ " bereaved sun? What can I even say after reading this moving and soul-aching poem.. I'm sure Ink will like thissss! Best wishes to you for the contest! Sending moonbeams and fairy magic! A sure favourite

beautifully woven to capture your thoughts on beksinski's work...what's the title of this artist's piece?