Best Gesso Poems

Alone  the bones of the room bear no weight 
of responsibility nor does it bare its breast of secrets

a broken pane provides a breath with a pang of lavender
a wistful inhale inhabits the lungs of this space
as the room tries to embrace  ...

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He ran the palm of his hand across the canvas,
Felt its soft, smooth surface, excellent fabric.
It was well primed with gesso, and he was sure
The end result would be an immortal masterpiece
    
       The quintessential fragrance...

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Every day is a fresh start, a new beginning.
We can reinvent ourselves
We can be revitalized and inspired.
We can instill hope and love in others.

Every face we make, every word we utter
Every movement of our eyes and smile
Can uplift and enthuse
We can indulge ourselves in positivity.

Each...

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It snowed last night.
Sometime after the New Year arrived
And left everything pristine
Covered in a thick gesso 
Applied by Mother Nature
For just such an occasion
As I looked upon this glory 
I realized it was a gift
A new beginning.
The palate has been wiped clean
It was a new...

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Memories of  a  love I’m losing
arrested  thoughts on sculpture paper-
an altered photograph, adorned
 by hand cut leaves, evergreen shades, and lace
From the page emits, cricket songs
 drifting  to gloaming,  and on and on
 into my own mandarin twilight.

I adjust a...

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(after a drawing by Ghirlandaio)

We see that it was dashed off in a trice,
without a trace of reticence or nerve.
The contrapposto thigh, the shoulder’s curve,
are perfect. Nothing wasted.  All precise.
And yet it has the power to entice,
with just a hint of maidenly reserve;
vitality and...

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Here's a tangled    thready    mass of dental floss
Glued on some canvas board with gesso
Each layer of the spider's snare dyed a different color
One layer dried    then    layered o'er another
Oh    the...

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Lying in bed, the light of my computer bright
against the still images slowly changing on the silent TV across the room.
Despoiling the image,
nine seventeen, pm
stands out on the bottom of the screen.
My tired head resting from the day's turmoil, unthinking,
unfocused.
In front of me I find...

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When I was young, I had these dolls, in various guise and shapes,
The first was been the simplest; in it no single garment
or any ornament embedded, but only made of clay and heights four inches,
“Imperfect doll!” I exclaimed and clothed the doll in scarlet dress.
The...

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Colors of the sunset
painted on the sky canvas
mixed emotions
abstract thoughts
impressions of love
cloud strokes lost 
a palette of dreams
sits by the waste side
a talent of words
a misguided brush
a nervous hand
so many imagines
can't comprehend
a gesso of emptiness
search for a masterpiece
a work of art within a universe of...

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When I was young, I had these dolls, in various guise and shapes,
The first was been the simplest; in it no single garment
or any ornament embedded, but only made of clay and heights four inches,
“Imperfect doll!” I exclaimed and clothed the doll in scarlet dress.
The...

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When he starts a new painting,
Canvas stretched taut against the defining frame,
Gesso-coated smooth and even,
Pure and uniform…
How does he begin?

Are his tubes of paint arrayed in careful rows,
Summer colors first – winter colors last?
Is the final result already in his mind,
Or, does it grow organically,
Layer...

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The flow of the brush
slobbering colored pigment
upon the gesso...

Emerging from the
hogs hair brush tip a minute
color avenue.


Written 3-2-19
For: "Creativity  In Visual Arts Poetry Contest"
Sponsor: Line Gauthier...

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Clouds spiral down and curl around to touch me
—not those western drizzle shrouds
baring a soul of misery mizzle
...though I adore a good wallow in sorrow  —no 
these clouds come from yonder bluebird wilds
white cirrus  wispy and whispery  dance around me
I steal one...

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TORRE DE BABEL
Busco a Paz
encontro confusão,
isto é verdade 
na Babel da religião.

Raça, tribo, nação
em todo planeta,
línguas em confusão,
paz não aceita.

Deus, O grande Eu sou,
Pai da humanidade,
Não da religião,
quer a Sua Verdade.

Por caminhos toscos,
caminha o homem,
em tudo insensato,
como um Totem.

Rejeita Deus em sua soberania,
Tem mais valor...

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