Peril looms yet the artist shows a relaxed state over the city.
Looked back from whence they came, escaping, unfollowed, over the city.
Solitude no more, she’s his prize to carry off over the city.
angels live in his mind lovers and flowers in a garden bright blue . . .
Music pierces where words escape every mood a tune a hearts embrace
Le Cirque Bleu
The spotlight is aglow through the gloam
The light an indigo ink modifying color
She swings her body with agility thrusting backwards
upside down, with unseen wings,
an acrobat aerials amid the roar
She looks pretty with her fan in one hand,
long tresses flowing loosely
A circus horse made of jade below
makes eye contact and an interconnection
Without movement they are in an eternal trance,
In the deep dark yonder the golden helio appears
Fiddle and banjo play for the opening adagios act La Nouba
Her leotard tightly invokes, red with flower imprints
Statuesque, still in time showing off her physique
and impressing spectators from below the fliers' pedestal
From above the nets, with ease, she imagines a
world where gravity defies, and animals and objects fly
Flights of fancy within the flying trapeze
flights of fancy an indigo trapeze ~ from above jade nets, an ease
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artful
spiritualisation
in
simplistic
colour
colletivised
in
illustrated
guides
Franz painted animals so primeval*
fascination coupled with high ideal
colours were given a life of their own
his,sadly,lost in WW1, ..dying alone
*http://www.franzmarc.com/paintings/
Poets Are A Very Odd Lot
Poets have heard are an odd lot,
And you like me are also caught;
While enthused,
Also amuse;
By God believe we were taught.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Bolivia, NC
For Marc Acrich
Sounds like a great name to do a
genealogical study on.
Death of Bella
Holding each other's hands
They were flying like birds
A tiny town below was softly glowing
Under the moon, love was overflowing
Mark whispered to her gently
“I’ll certainly never leave you ”
In the room with a bouquet
Joy springs from a cheerful minuet
His head suddenly turned upside-down
Everything was torn down
The Death of Bella caused his distress
Love was expected to be endless
Indescribable sorrow to be expressed
Unimaginable sadness was addressed
But Mark turned his unbearable sadness
into valuable masterpieces
which are more precious than pearls.
27th April 2017
An Undying Love: “Around Her” by Marc Chagall
http://blog.sevenponds.com/soulful-expressions/an-undying-love-around-her-by-marc-chagall