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Canvassing a Lover
You have found the thing
with which to paint your lover.
A simple modest thing
of silk and beaded cover.
While duty-trumpets sing,
"let not a day to slumber,"
Great Solomon the King
has organized by number.
You have found the thing
with which to paint your lover.
A noir impassioned thing;
our blessed virgin mother.
A warm and silent string
to canvas for a murmur,
and plenty is the spring
to honor muse's hunger.
You have found the thing
with which to paint your lover.
A precious dying thing;
a paint that changes color.
with which to paint your lover.
A simple modest thing
of silk and beaded cover.
While duty-trumpets sing,
"let not a day to slumber,"
Great Solomon the King
has organized by number.
You have found the thing
with which to paint your lover.
A noir impassioned thing;
our blessed virgin mother.
A warm and silent string
to canvas for a murmur,
and plenty is the spring
to honor muse's hunger.
You have found the thing
with which to paint your lover.
A precious dying thing;
a paint that changes color.
Published 24th Sep 2013
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The last line is the punch that gives the whole riddle away. Enjoy! ...(If it still isn't clear, skip down to my next comment)
25th Sep 2013 7:20am
your poem is a pleasure to read, the rhythm & rhyme of it, the riddle being a side dish. love itself is a riddle...
John,
I'm glad you enjoyed the read. In clarification, this poem isn't about love. It's literally about "Canvassing"(pun x4) a Lov"er", such as to analyze the material value of the subject as physical art supplies e.g., skin, hair, sinew, bone, entrails. Ultimately, the thing with which to 'paint' your lover is blood (a paint that changes color). Canvassing: 1.) the setting of our scene. 2.) grooming our subject for susceptibility. 3.) thorough analysis of our physical material. 4.) splaying our subject's skin as a painting fabric.
Again, there is no love in this poem; only the passion for great art. :)
-A.R. Ortiz
I'm glad you enjoyed the read. In clarification, this poem isn't about love. It's literally about "Canvassing"(pun x4) a Lov"er", such as to analyze the material value of the subject as physical art supplies e.g., skin, hair, sinew, bone, entrails. Ultimately, the thing with which to 'paint' your lover is blood (a paint that changes color). Canvassing: 1.) the setting of our scene. 2.) grooming our subject for susceptibility. 3.) thorough analysis of our physical material. 4.) splaying our subject's skin as a painting fabric.
Again, there is no love in this poem; only the passion for great art. :)
-A.R. Ortiz