Best Propense Poems
Flora
Season of love and natural propense,
In youthful exuberance with wholeness of innocence;
When Flora casts off her wintery shroud and bursts into flower,
Screaming to the world, “I’m alive; I can’t hide any longer!”
Intoxicated by her aroma and beauty of her aura,
That pleases one to follow her traipsing upon the clover;
Where birds chirp wildly and bees buzz frantically.
A portrait of living reality in a today of eternity.
Captured in the moment, the artist painted the stucco
Though Vesuvius roared like a lion and covered the fresco.
And there she lay, entombed, hidden and forgotten.
Ages hence, by a stroke of perseverance, to be uncovered.
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Note:
In the year 79 AD, Mount Vesuvius (a volcano near the Bay of Naples, Italy) erupted, and buried the Roman city of Pompeii (located 16 km. away), and the surrounding area with volcanic ash, dust, and debris. Years later, in 1759, archaeologists unearthing the city to reveal its treasures, history, culture and art, uncovered the fresco Flora (Greek Chloris), the Roman goddess of flowers and spring, in a bedroom in the Villa Arianna in Stabiae (4.5 km from Pompeii). The fresco dates back to around 15-45 AD.
Paul Jackson Pollock
Condense versions that affected the times,
Immense variants that scoped his pleasures,
Florence immersed unravel a mentor,
Propense expounds at immortal measures.
Paul J. Pollock, painter, from Wyoming,
Haul labeled abstract impressionist art,
Gall at pouring, splashing, horizontal,
Call, was his ardor, loved beyond his heart.
Drip technique viewed canvass at all angles,
Whip body whole, frenetic dancing style,
Flip the brush, traverse the canvass boldly,
Grip abrupts a hold, paint flicks, dons a smile.
Divide hath praised his immediacy,
Pride his fluency of the creation,
Deride the random effects of his art,
Astride the split, sits a fenced summation.
Face that he wore was like seasons changing,
Space art goes on, naught a start, nor an end,
Trace that he drew, nay pictures, but events,
Chase rare acclaimed, never, nor what they penned.
He paints Blue Poles in 1952,
The Australian government purchased it,
Be it known, poles sought, chase made, was futile,
We found the entitled, be a misfit.
First, the Mural most expensive of his,
Burst, Number 17-A, naught mellow,
Dispersed, Mural on Indian Red Ground,
Versed, The Deep black and white, hints of yellow.
Guise his failing marriage with Lee Krasner,
Unwise, alcohol, substitutes his wife,
Empathize, Ruth Kligman, unfaithfulness,
Dies, drunk driving, Ruth lived, late renown life.
2020 February 08
*3rd Place*
STRAND SELECT J ,any form,any theme
~~Brian Strand