Thoughts on looking at a old painting of a beautiful woman


IF

If I could see the colours of your life
If I could hear the sounds of your heart
If I could touch the heat of your passion
If I could smell the scent of your presence
If only these ancient paints could yield a
Hint of the life that was yours
But alas, I'm left with only gazing
at the expression of an instant
that was the miracle of you



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Written on 2012-05-23 at 15:55

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jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
I find all things different as I age...especially art...due to my ever moving perceptions :)
But there are are certain pictures that are always a joy.
As you say so well.
2012-05-24


countryfog
The wonderful thing about art, even should we happen to know what was in the creator's mind at the time, is what we find in our own mind in our own time. There is that paradox of a painting capturing one moment in time yet forever transcending it.
2012-05-23