Sunday, September 27, 2009

Fine Art

Why do I look skyward
as if an accumulation of deities
await my prayers?
A cherub here, an archangel there,
when I catch sight of them
they are tucked into a Sistine heaven.
It's the art of the Renaissance
that forms my point of view.
God pointing his finger at a burly Adam
catches my breath.
Useless to me are tattered bibles
tucked away in drawers,
or progressions of thou shalt not,
etched in stone.
Parade before me sumptuous seraphs,
garments edged in gold,
saints pierced by poetry,
to hold my hand
as I walk through paradise.
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Unknown said...

Reneaissance art is so full and bold, isn't it? No wonder you get wrapped up in its trappings.

Lyn said...

Hi Jane-
Thanks...I rarely know where my beginning phrase comes from...I generally just like the sound of words in my head... love poetry because it leads me on a journey I may not have known existed!

Jeane Myers said...

indeed! beautifully said!

Lyn said...

Hi Jeane-
That is so nice...Thanks!!

Unknown said...

Oooo Lyn, that's good!

Far better to raise our faces heavenward and glory in the sights!

Lyn said...

Hi Derrick-
Thank you so put it so well!!

FireLight said...

Lyn, I am requesting permission to copy this down and tuck into an art book.....featuring the work of Michangelo! Very well said...

Lyn said...

Hi FireLight-
That's very nice of you..I will just ask you to include the poet's name..ME! Thank you !!

A Cuban In London said...

Saints pierced by poetry. There's a vision to behold.

Many thanks.

Greetings from London.

Lyn said...

Greetings to a Cuban-
Anybody can be pierced by arrows..but poetry? That's why we write!!

Deedee said...

I loved this! It is my way to look for the "shalls" in spirituality, rather than the "shall nots". I believe faith should be lifting your eyes into the hills, and not staring at prison bars.

Lyn said...

Hi Deedee-
Thank you! As they say, the caged bird may sing, but it can't fly...


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