by Melissa Arel
purple angels paint electric harmony
when drunk metaphors scream through smoke.
imagine music's silhouette made raw for passion
empty with color, it creates aesthetic balance.
deep blue canvases break rhythm to feel free
and i see how art can make us its masterpiece.
Posted on 02/10/2005
Copyright © 2020 Melissa Arel
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/10/05 at 03:03 AM|
Jazzy read, cool poem! Love how it hit me right between the eyes. :)
|Posted by Shonda Creemer on 02/10/05 at 04:43 AM|
love your take on this magnetic poetry ~ I did the same "set" I suppose you would call it ~ mine is called Silhouette, it was neat to read yours; allowing my memory to relapse to the moment my piece was born :)
|Posted by Christel Crews on 02/10/05 at 04:56 PM|
this is very juicy! its fascinating
|Posted by Tim D Livingston on 02/11/05 at 05:26 AM|
this one's so colorful and energetic! it's a poem with a burst of caffeine, rock and roll, and pop rocks. I have no idea about purple angels. is that in revelations somewhere? on a serious note, the last line is profound.
|Posted by Charles E Minshall on 02/11/05 at 08:07 PM|
I am attracted to your poem Mel. Well done...Charlie
|Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 02/13/05 at 01:00 AM|
love love love that last line!
|Posted by Michelle Angelini on 09/12/07 at 05:03 PM|
I was drawn to this title. I just love the way you've taken such disparate thoughts and mixed them together, creating an image of sight, sound, and memory.