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Early Hour Realization

August 23, 2009
By videotaped GOLD, Geneva, New York
videotaped GOLD, Geneva, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art, and she has built her dwelling far from the desperate field where men hang out their garments upon forked boughs to be banners of battle. O beloved daughter of Hope and Memory, be with me for a little."
- The Celtic Twilight, W. B. Yeats

Somewhere in this world
there is music playing.
Somewhere, a pianist is enraptured
by what he is creating,
his piano alive,
music swirling in the air,
tangible swirls of mauve
and teal and lavender.
And buttercup.
Yes – lots of buttercup.

Somewhere in this world there are people dancing
to music in shades of orange in red,
full skirts swirling like fire lilies.
I think their skin must be the color of cinnamon
and they do not speak English.

Somewhere in this world
there is someone standing on a street corner,
singing to put dinner on the table
he doesn’t have.
A Starving Poet.

(The one difference between him
and the Starving Artist
is that the Artist is able to coax
a girl into lying nude to capture her beauty
in oils or charcoal,
or pencil, if he truly is a Starving Artist.

No Poet I have ever met
has been successful in doing the same with words.)

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This article has 2 comments.

on Aug. 8 2011 at 1:13 pm
Imaginedangerous PLATINUM, Riverton, Utah
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The colors in this are beautiful. I especially liked the description of the dancers.

EdytD SILVER said...
on Aug. 28 2009 at 3:03 am
EdytD SILVER, Livingston, New Jersey
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I think this is very interesting, and I liked the way you compared people with colors. I didn't like the line, "I think...English," because it seemed that you were hesitant, or dreaming about this alternate world.

I really liked the comparison you drew between a poet and a starving artist.

Great job!

I'd love if you took a look at my work; thanks!