Alien in the Artwork

by Max Bouillet

If God forgets you,
did you really exist?

The landscape painted
around my life
loses a dimension
and falls flat before me.

Perception is lost
and I fall prey
to the illusion of depth
as roads become walls
trapping me between frames.

Familiar strangers
speak in stop-action
disappearing when they turn
to talk amongst themselves
(abruptly re-appearing
when they turn again to face me).

Desperate for perspective,
I run to the edge of the canvas,
only to find my flesh
periodically rip in neat seams
as I get paper-cuts
from people in profile.

Surveying the scene,
I realize these shoal souls
with tinny voices
are not the foreigners in this land
and that I have become
the alien in the artwork
desperately seeking depth
in a shallow world.


Author's Note: An image for this poem can be found at Alien in the Artwork at Intelligent Ash.

Posted on 09/17/2005
Copyright © 2022 Max Bouillet

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/18/05 at 09:07 PM

Amazing use of symbolism. Graphic (virtually as well as figuratively) portrayal. (I must challenge the assumption of he first stanza! We humans may forget God. He does not forget! However, poetically you may get away with saying it. :))

Posted by Ashok Sharda on 09/20/05 at 03:34 AM

'If God forgets you, did you really exist?'Well, what if the god is not aware of this godforsaken earth? What if there cannot establish a link of communication? Will he exist? He exists in the hopes. And hope exists in the faith, the crutches.The moment hope shatters, he loses his existence. At least we survive in the shattered hopes. hahahaah Yes, we are alien in this great art world of Nature, from our point of view as God is an alien despite finding place in the scriptures and rituals and in the visuals of the blinds.

Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 09/22/05 at 12:17 PM

how come i can read your work, and identify so well... brilliant conveyance of a theme all too real... alien, foreign, we are, my friend... cream of the crop, this be... blessings...

Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 09/28/05 at 04:31 PM

It starts out strong and then just gets better --- man this is quite profound, thanks for sharing it with us :)

Posted by Laura Doom on 10/11/05 at 07:06 PM

...and reconcile myself to alienation :))
Consuming this exquisite piece represents the most pleasure I've derived from poetry since I don't remember when - but it was probably one of yours anyway...

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