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The Fisherman and the Syren, Frederic Leighton

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I crave a poem to emerge to purge something intertwined my mind preoccupied tied up in knots and spliced enticing distraction inaction protracting everything sing subconscious - tell me things... as I attempt to cling to solid not ethereal wearisome is this journey when learning nothing suffering begins in empty spaces chasing salvation in exchanges hexes gift no answer chancing, cheating, defeating ever edge-wards til I tip rip sanity from my repertoire step by step, to find balance enhanced by my neuro-stance dance a seldom found dance glance into abyss bliss addictive as first kiss tryst inverted, an obscuration deprivation, escapism vision comes with expense as intense as any romance

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David Kavanagh

Date: 10/23/2024 6:05:00 AM

Bliss addictive at first kiss, what a great line amongst many, that fisherman is definitely under the sirens spell, and perhaps you too are subconsciously spellbound by the painting’s enchantment, with such poetic chemistry going on it’s difficult not to succumb; the painting is interpreted beautifully, with masterful weaving of the English language throughout each stanza, Damn sirens, us guys don’t have a chance do we, lol! Cheers David

David Kavanagh
Date: 10/23/2024 10:18:00 AM

Yayyyy!

Di11y Da11y
Date: 10/23/2024 9:48:00 AM

it might just be lies spread by the harpies...

David Kavanagh
Date: 10/23/2024 9:03:00 AM

Nooo!!! It’s not true, they stay beautiful forever, and never turn into old Sea Cows, life can never be so cruel! Maybe you mean it could be like meeting someone you snogged when under the influence, in a moment of sobriety lol!

Di11y Da11y
Date: 10/23/2024 7:28:00 AM

And they all turn out to be manatees when you open your eyes as well haha - it's a cruel, cruel world! I have to confess I adore sirens - trying to figure out if they are vacantly acting out a predetermined fate for them and the sailors, whether they gift something so bright it makes crashing on the rocks worth it or whether they are cruel just because they can be. Thank you for your kind words on my poem, which is about consciousness and distraction as much as sirens.

Lin Lane

Date: 10/23/2024 12:01:00 AM

Dilly, I find your thoughts as intense as any romance. She clings to him as if letting go she would be swept away. Yet, he seems not to share the urgency of keeping her safe. His face may show a bit of affection, but geeze man, put your arms around her if you love her. She is the solid... he the ethereal. Sorry, if I've drifted off the path of your intent. I've no knowledge of the artist who applied such detail, but it's the guys face I want to blur out, not the beauty's breast. I'm researching Leighton.

Di11y Da11y
Date: 10/23/2024 12:08:00 AM

Haha Lin, I see him as doped up on love :) and she's secured him to her at the ankle - forever a mystery if those sirens are as innocent as they look or their logic... There is much to the role reversal (real life/thoughts) fisherman/siren. I feel like it contains several poems after your comment :) thanks for diving in x

Paul Willason

Date: 10/22/2024 10:48:00 PM

I found this poem a marvellously interwoven interpretation, so much to take in, the painting almost a doorway into the subconscious self. A mirror even. Unfortunately art offers only a brief moment of absorbtion into the profound, we have to come back. Love and art has the same powers...both can transform. Take care dear DD.

Di11y Da11y
Date: 10/22/2024 11:38:00 PM

I've done a tiny bit of editing since your comment and as with anything I write it's still an edit short of finished. It's hard to know whether living is the distractions we engage in or the moments lost in thought. It's something that fascinates me - both have their own pull. Especially when being lost in thought produces poetry. I appreciate your comment and delight in a second days visit x