So, Caren had us write a poem (or two) about a piece of art that we enjoyed.
I wrote two.
Number one was on Saint John the Baptist.
Directions
His sensuality,
masked by virtue,
curves upon curves.
His hair wavy,
draping down his shoulders,
makes an oval.
Neverending, never pending,
his finger sends to the holy place
where virtue is everywhere
and patience not needed.
His eyes stare deeply
into your eyes, go through your mind,
and extract all lust,
put it in his body
and say:
"Come with me."
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Number two was on Portrait of Sigismondo Malatesta.
False
Your eyes deceive
when they see a man.
His hat of hair is really
a shield to knowledge,
his eyes, not eyes;
they are buttons.
The bone purging from his face
only a decoration,
not a nose.
He has no ears
and does not know listening.
His mouth is only for
consumption.
His back is straight,
but it is not posture.
He is made of a ruler,
measuring out 72 inches,
but his front has body.
It's bumpy up and down his abdomen.
Face emotionless,
body numb.
His heart beats only for his own blood,
not for anyone else.
Yeah... I'm no creative writer.
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