He did not understand its permanency
the white paint
the tear dropped ink
the oxymoronic term.
Ringling Bros is no more
but he is forever in the ring.
Written for dVerse’s Street Art prompt. Image one of five given for prompt; in public domain at Pixabay.com
Her name was Passion.
Artist’s muse
she lived on the palette.
Primary colors
nostalgic pastels
essence of blended oils.
Brushed with arrogance
sometimes haphazardly,
a thin veneer.
Other times,
piled thick with exacto knife
layer upon layer
covering pain.
Stared at by street lovers
dog catchers
and people pissers,
sometimes the canvas bled
as her tears disrupted the guise.
Created for Tuesday Poetics at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets where today I’m hosting and asking folks to use one of five pieces of street art (illustrated in the prompt) as motivation for a poem. All five images are in public domain at Pixabay.com This is my second post for the prompt. See also Magic Awaits You .
Feeling weary?
Kind of dreary?
Dial R-Oh-6 Oh-31
for fanciful fantastical fun.
Never let your troubles steep
just take a liberating leap.
We absolutely guarantee
balloon-high spectacular glee.
Exchange your world of hullabaloo.
Drive to zabba-dabba fabulah-new.
Come on and make some whoopee,
risin’ up in the jazzy jaloopy!
Having fun today 🙂 hosting Tuesday Poetics at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets. I’ve posted five examples of street art for folks and ask them to pick one and somehow write about it. Images in public domain at Pixabay.com. Only requirement is that folks post the accompanying image. Click here for second street art poem with different image. I couldn’t resist doing two — the second has quite a different tone!
We’ll be visiting Valparaiso, Chile in January and look forward to seeing the street art there — which is what motivated this idea for a prompt.
Pub opens at 3 PM Boston time. Come walk the streets with us!
lillian the home poet 