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The Madonna
by Richard PaezThe Madonna
Oil on wood, artist unknown
Your pupil is so black
it pulls. It is
like the collapsed star—
the singular
engorged hollow
of the big-bang
about to flow.
Your pupil is so black
it pools. It is
like oil: soft-sticky
viscous; like being under
black-silk bed-sheets,
like midnight
tropical sea-water,
like dew
without dawn.
Your pupil is so black
it disappears.
It is swallowed
by mottled-iris-mountains,
an island surrounded
by sclera-seas
pouring endlessly
over the edge
of the world. 10/26/2004 Posted on 10/26/2004
Copyright © 2024 Richard Paez
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Traci Mabats on 10/26/04 at 03:58 PM I was about to confuse Mona Lisa with Madonna. Personally, I like Mona better..she's sexier :) Nice tribute Richard. |
| Posted by Scott Cadence on 10/26/04 at 07:36 PM this is outstanding. "mottled-iris-mountains"... exactly. |
| Posted by Betania Tesch on 10/26/04 at 07:56 PM mmmm I've been thinking a lot about religious icons lately and you've certainly captured some of the most intense feelings they bring about here...you're so gifted..I feel honored just to read...better, I feel moved. |
| Posted by JD Clay on 10/27/04 at 01:24 PM This may be your finest effort to date, malachi. A trilogy of stark yet corelated realities. Your centralized focal point, depicts an entire universe beyond the unseen. Descriptive and impressive, as if viewed through the third eye of an artiste. It pulls, it pools, it pulsates. Pure poetry!
Pe4ce... |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 01/22/05 at 05:05 PM Well.. no wonder you're so famous on this site - its poems like this that make it impossible for you not to be. :) Wow.. this piece is so.. amazing.. i hate sounding repetitive but your writings give me a loss for words. I love it. Truly. |
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