sacrifice of the wicked….

 

A Classic Art ChallengeHere we are at the final round of another poetry challenge between my good friend  Jade and myself. This time, the writing has been prompted by five paintings, ranging from classical to modernist. We hope you have enjoyed this as much as we have!

Today’s painting is:  The Sacrifice of Isaac by Caravaggio

who is this god
of yours
that continues
to ask
that our youth
be sent into battle
as if
merely casting
sand into the eyes of death
is your god
so weak
that the strength
of mortal men
is needed to defend
his heavenly fortress
is this sacrifice
for a god
or men
men who have made
a god
in their
own image

you’re sure that’s madonna….

A Classic Art ChallengeHere we are at the fourth round of another poetry challenge between my good friend  Jade and myself. This time, the writing will be prompted by five paintings, ranging from classical to modernist. We hope you will enjoy this as much as we do!

Today’s painting is:  “Madonna of the Rabbit” by the Renaissance master Tiziano Vecellio (Titian)

girl
on my way
downtown
i saw this poster
saying that
the art gallery
had a picture of
madonna and her kid
so I checked
the guy outside said
sure do have madonna
so i went on in
every tuesday
it’s free
girl friend
that wasn’t the madonna
i know
there was this woman
being handed a child
in a field of green
now  there’s
something
i can identify with
coming from the projects
and a rabbit
touching her other hand
the picture didn’t say
a damn thing to me
but the docent said
it was a picture of
the real
madonna
guess that’s
why the rabbit wasn’t dead
that  immaculate conception thing
anyway
given the subject matter
and the possible
heavenly repercussions
i decided to study the picture
still couldn’t see anything
except for that old man in the back
personally
i would have never
turned my back
on him
i thanked
the young lady for her time
and wondered
why in the hell
i had wasted
mine

lovers’ thoughts…

A Classic Art ChallengeHere we are at the third round of another poetry challenge between my good friend  Jade and myself. This time, the writing will be prompted by five paintings, ranging from classical to modernist. We hope you will enjoy this as much as we do!

Today’s painting is: The Kiss by Odd Nerdrum

a kiss
not
a single moment
but
every moment
that we have ever
shared
and
every dream
that we
have ever
held

 

perspective of a portrait…

 A Classic Art ChallengeHere we are at the second round of another poetry challenge between my good friend  Jade and myself. This time, the writing will be prompted by five paintings, ranging from classical to modernist. We hope you will enjoy this as much as we do!

Today’s painting is: Portrait of Adele Bloch-Bauer I by Gustav Klimt completed in 1907

Portrait of Adele Bloch Bauer by Gustave Klimt

over the years
i have seen
so many faces
staring into my eyes
and have felt
so many envious hands
touching me
i have seen those i’ve loved
carried off to gas chambers
while i was taken prisoner
uncertain of my future
i wandered around
travelling even to america
i asked to go home
even writing it down
but no one would listen
as if my voice
could not be heard
from my grave
i stare out now
at a whole new world
i am now a slave
an object to be ogled
by every passing person
envied for my constant beauty
but no one can see
the sadness i have inside
nor do they care
i think some times
that the oldest profession
is not prostitution
but betrayal
recall what happened
in the garden of eden

unsolicited denial…

A Classic Art Challenge:  Just as I had recovered from my last challenge with Jade, a new writing adventure has been embarked upon..Jade has sent me five paintings which are to serve as the prompts for this challenge.  Since I substituted an extra Philosophy course for Art Appreciation, this may prove to be far more difficult for me than the previous challenges.  However, I have accepted her challenge and managed to find five paintings to send her in return.  We hope you enjoy our poetry.

 

The Disquieting Muses (1918) by Giorgio De Chirico

my muse
grasps my hand
pulling me
away from the plaza
saying
these muses
are not of the nine
we must leave
before we lose our song
for they are the spirits
of the lost souls
who stared into the abyss
they were born
long before time began
before men counted
their fleeting moments
on this earth
given form again by the drums of war
and the insatiable greed of men
they have returned
to claim their place
among us
as we turned
to leave
one of the muses spoke
saying
here is your
holy roman empire
an empty plaza
filled with muses
that inspire
the nothingness of the abyss
here your glowing expectations
are mere embers
lying outside
the gates of hades
your change-the-world attitude
has become quiet acceptance
but
before I could hear more
my muse had pulled
me safely
into my dreams