Into a masterpiece

By well-wisher

Tue, 22 May 2012

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Into a masterpiece, I walked for miles;
put my hand deep and brushed against the brushstrokes;
closed my eyes and felt the colours;
a silken soft and fragrant rainbow;
felt the warmth of golds and creams and yellows upon my face
and the cooling, tickling trickle of aquamarine and silver.
Upon the window, my sister knocked and waved to me
but I was not ready yet to return to that flat, rectangular world.
I was still lost in the beauty of a summer day.

Comments

I really admire the way you

Permalink Submitted by scratch on Tue, 2012-05-22 18:50

I really admire the way you have actually made the colours tangible, that's never easy to pull- off convincingly yet you seem to have made it seem so. Well done.

Thanks, Scratch. A few days

Permalink Submitted by well-wisher on Tue, 2012-05-22 19:17

Thanks, Scratch. A few days ago there was a really stunning sunset outside the front of my house that went on for a long time and I stopped watching TV and watched my window pane instead. The sunset even had bright purple in it which I had never seen in a sunset before. I thought, "There's a painting that you can step inside for real" and I'd seen lots of fantasy descriptions of people entering paintings but I thought I could add the twist that the painting was a real landscape and turn it into a nature poem instead of a fantasy poem. Glad you liked the Synaesthesia. I had to suggest 'flowers' and 'sunlight' and 'water' without saying the words.

Oh look, a link. I wonder where it leads.

JoHn

very nicely coloured and

Permalink Submitted by ephraim crud on Tue, 2012-05-22 23:02

very nicely coloured and composed. thank you for sharing. regards, eph.

I loved this especially as I

Permalink Submitted by seashore on Wed, 2012-05-23 18:52

I loved this especially as I discovered synaesthesia recently via a novel & then after seeing the recent Gaugin exhibition. I'm convinced he had this condition. Great poem.