Best Portraitist Poems
I trace the blushing texture
of smoked allure
with aching fingers,
fervent and blue ~
inhaling the intense incense,
exhaling the iron thorn
of love sabotaged
for I feel your hands ferociously
roaming my flawed frames
eager to taste the fragments
of the sunrise you seek
in hues of hostile gold...
while the tales within
your eyes reveal
the truth of my tongue
twirling and teasing
colors of confession
and amethyst reveries
stroking the weight of want
in soft butterfly ink blooms
kissing your fears
into fluorescence
bringing your armored spirit
to kneel at the altar of attachment,
glued to the crimson of craving,
as an inamorato trembling ~
struck by the fever of fixation...
there is no escape, O beloved
from this inexcusable
intoxication of passion ablaze...
longing has no logic to philosophize
and you are now sitting
imprisoned as an impassioned
Antony’s portraitist
upon Cleopatra’s pedestal
wedded to the edges of infinity ~
a torn canvas is two paintings
oblivious to the galleries of grief
as healing hums through walls
that feel the melodious mists
falling like rain of rippling roses
pulling and pushing nevermore
but soaked in the dews
of quivering seconds
tuning time through heartbeats...
we are dreamers of what would be
if the acrylic carves wounds
into an ineffable masterpiece
the dawn never asked for more than
a constellation
untouched and unmoved by doubt
the sun never questioned
the sands of sorrow
so melt these tears
into your sweet fire ~
breathe my demons
into your warm sky
release all resistance
you are no longer trapped, but free
in the arms of undeniable moonlight
engrossed in the perfumed spell
of wild heat ~
there is no threat in deep devotion;
love blossoms
as a sketched sanctuary
of softened colors and trust…
Victoria is my muse, I can't get her off of my mind
Refreshed by a vivid elegance with sun glowing golden hair
She is like no other, enchanting my mortal mind
A wonder if she is softer than the finest veil
Love and lust winging in my heart
Purloining the sweetest breath within me
She has the aptitude to be one's manna and leaven
Unknowingly having a desirous presence
As I become the passionate one
Formulating a scripture of my romantic heart
She can be the luminescence of a drab morning
Refining a brighter dawning
She is like a aubade
Victoria is my muse
Like an astronomer gazing upon astral stardust and divine dark matter
Like a portraitist illustrating a blissful scenery
Constantly dreaming of a mere taste of her kiss
To be in a state where I can immerse in her light
Feeling her compassion flowing through me
Embracing the heavenly anatomy that I fantasize
To be in harmony with the gift of a precious love
Dreams like these cradle me in my sleep
But once awake a feeling of dissatisfaction unravels
Desires of burning can not deliver me from yearning
Whilst time can't stop the curiosity that has been built inside
Wanting her love, compassion, devotion, time, and ardor
Victoria is my muse
the lone portraitist and author of peace~~the master artist, God
16 syllables
June 30, 2022
entered in the Art of Peace Monoku Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
Nicholson 's spouse Mabel Pryde
too young with Spaish flu,she died
Yet like him a portraitist
as wife & mother she did persist
Reginald Grenville Eves trained at the Slade
as a portraitist his living made
Famous faces..Hardy,Shacklet&Beerbohm
long before any internet zoom
Eliabeth Vigee-Lebrun
penned autobiography ,read by some
Portraitist * of the fasionable,she met
including one Marie-Antoinette
*https://www.wikiart.org/en/louise-elisabeth-vigee-le-brun/portrait-of-a-young-woman
Scotland's Allan Ramsay
a portraitist in his day
Intense observation at its best
his painters eyes never at rest
across there in cold light
gazing to the passing scenes
sometimes a glance back, then
and see that I’m still staring
a striking mask, your thunderous youth
that sharp ridge of a Roman nose, so narrow
deeply fixed emerald and golden-rimmed
eyes of a shepherd at the wing
light upon an ovular range of beautiful planes
where fine skin on signatures raised
is colored the same soft red
aloft in the morning sun
and how the curve of your brow
slips to a gaunt cheek lifting
love in the stoop of those lips
cradling crescent shapes of a jaw
flexed for greatness
filing away each of your features
to a safe place inside
where a figurine of grace
will wait to be painted
Portraitist Henry Raeburn
speculated with fees he did earn
No nonsense was his style
&a golf fanatic for a while
The atonal composer Arnold Schoenberg
as an artist* no one could curb
A portraitist who never was fazed
as into the eyes we gaze
*https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/392587292505603455/
Nicholas Hilliard - a painter,slf taught
became pricipal portraitist at court
He loved to paint+ by passing note
accumulated the popular financial vote
Brussels Roger van der Weyden
the greatest in his day,a Belgian
as a portraitist* never to fail
specialist of great detail
*https://www.wikiart.org/en/rogier-van-der-weyden/portrait-of-a-young-woman-in-a-pinned-hat-1435
John Singleton Copley
distinguished portraitist with vivacity
Painting in a unique style
competed wih Reynolds for a while
In Italian Pietro Annigoni
a portraitist 'differente' we do see
Updated renaissance is seen
see for example that of our late Queen*
*Elizabeth II 1926-2022
... a self-portraitist
he's the model, the artist
it's him last, him first ...