FINE ART
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Why do I look skyward
as if an accumulation of deities
await my prayers?
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A cherub here, an archangel there,
when I catch sight of them
they are tucked into a Sistine heaven.
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It's the art of the Renaissance
that forms my point of view.
God pointing his finger at a burly Adam
catches my breath.
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Useless to me are tattered bibles
tucked away in drawers,
or progressions of thou shalt not,
etched in stone.
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Parade before me sumptuous seraphs,
garments edged in gold,
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saints pierced by poetry,
to hold my hand
as I walk through paradise.
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Reneaissance art is so full and bold, isn't it? No wonder you get wrapped up in its trappings.
ReplyDeleteHi Jane-
ReplyDeleteThanks...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!
indeed! beautifully said!
ReplyDeleteHi Jeane-
ReplyDeleteThat is so nice...Thanks!!
Oooo Lyn, that's good!
ReplyDeleteFar better to raise our faces heavenward and glory in the sights!
Hi Derrick-
ReplyDeleteThank you so much..you put it so well!!
Lyn, I am requesting permission to copy this down and tuck into an art book.....featuring the work of Michangelo! Very well said...
ReplyDeleteindeed.
Hi FireLight-
ReplyDeleteThat's very nice of you..I will just ask you to include the poet's name..ME! Thank you !!
Saints pierced by poetry. There's a vision to behold.
ReplyDeleteMany thanks.
Greetings from London.
Greetings to a Cuban-
ReplyDeleteAnybody can be pierced by arrows..but poetry? That's why we write!!
Thanks...
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.
ReplyDeleteHi Deedee-
ReplyDeleteThank you! As they say, the caged bird may sing, but it can't fly...