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To Jackson Pollock
by Rachel Bennettresin pumping from your arms,
ecstatic life from ventricles
laying flat onto new meaning
and ready canvas.
conducting masterfully
your symphony of line and curve
in jubilant pattern
no flautist could follow
and when you were finished,
instead of cutting off the sound
you released your hand
and declared it done. 01/28/2010 Author's Note: Poemuary Entry #28.
Posted on 01/29/2010
Copyright © 2024 Rachel Bennett
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Christine Thibeault on 01/29/10 at 01:04 AM ~outstanding. |
| Posted by Amie Golda on 01/29/10 at 02:04 AM You've made me miss the joys of painting! That's how effective this poem is. A worthy tribute to a great artist indeed. And relatable for all who share in that experience. Well done! |
| Posted by Michael Smith on 01/29/10 at 05:25 AM Hey, I really dig that you dig some artist so much you'd make a tribute to him. What I like most about this is that it personifies the qualities of Mr. Pollack that you like, in particular jubilancy. Also, since you're a declared musician, that adds cred to your excellent contrast. You made him really seem like a conductor and I like this unification of all things art. Sweet.
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| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 01/29/10 at 04:20 PM At last, someone captured the essence of the painter who I always found a little quirky but I kept coming back for more! |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 01/29/10 at 07:59 PM Unlike Amie, I never had any joys of painting -sadly, I suck at it -but this made me wish that for just 10 minutes I might be able to experience that sort of ecstasy...really Rachel, a wonderful piece. |
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