A Pinch of Poetry August 29, 2008
Posted by deltay in Uncategorized.Tags: deviantart, painting, picasso, poem, poetry, the old guitarist
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It’s been a bit of a difficult summer, trying to find motivation. Inspiration – now that was plentiful; in such weather nearly every thought lends itself to another, and that to yet more. Thoughts are unconfined, undetained, unbound by conventions and such due to the carefree nature of the season itself. I suppose I’m babbling incoherently a little here; ah well, can’t be helped. Pretty much just speed-read Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice the last three days, so bear with me if the phrasing seems a little off.
Right, back to the topic at hand. Photography (www.deltay.deviantart.com) wasn’t really the issue – saw some rather remarkable sights, and was fortunate enough to capture a mere fragment of their beauty by camera – but writing! I’ve been trying to get back into it for some time now, in terms of major prose (especially after the failure that was last year’s NaNoWriMo; nor do I forsee this year’s being much better) and … well, ideas have been plentiful, but motivation seems to strike at the oddest hours, at which time there is barely more to be done than a few short blurbs.
Usually, I’m somewhat paranoid about putting up any original writing on the web, but in this case I’ll make an exception. ‘Twas written for a contest on dA where a poem’s to be written based on a famous painting, and as [the text] has already been posted on dA, it’s pretty well protected by copyright already, so I figured why not? That and the fact that dA just about slaughtered the formatting. Anyway, it was really hastily written, so concrit would be appreciated.
shrouded in solitude and silence the noise is deafening.
legs crossed, one sinewy prominent limb over the over
Bones pushing. shoving, stretching, straining
against toes ankles knees.
scantily clad, threadbare, holed Thin.
Elongated limbs, criss-crossed by spider webs
by feathery veins. Protruding.
Shoulder exposed to the chill
the breeze, the air, the vapour of
barely sustained Life.
Shoulders slope into neck, deeply bent
in thought, in concentration, in contemplation:
Thinking. Listening. Hearing.
the Music.
the Language.
the Noise. The Silence.
The little white lies coming, charging, beating
From the instrument
propped between his wrinkled, threadbare sheathed thighs.
Fingers fly, flow, flounce over strings
plucking, pushing, touching. Changing.
Sounds! Oh such sounds…
Ethereal but a lie.
Majestic but out of tune.
Cliché but true.
I hear, I listen.
to the little lies
I see, but I don’t understand
the language, the words, the meaning of
The Old Guitarist.
(c) 2008 deltay
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I love your website… officially.
Most wordpress websites aren’t that good imo. But wow. XD This is amazing.
& I loved the poem. ❤ Amazing.
Heyy!
Thanks a lot for the comment! Yeah I am an Hp fan! That obvious?
Your site rocks, usually wordpress sites suck but yours is actually really good!
-Stepha 😀
Still!
Like you actutally write some fascinating stuff. Not a blog that makes my brain pop of boredom 😛
failure alert@me.
=)) Sorry~ Check your `Maiden Voyage` comments please? ❤
Summer is always a difficult time to find inspiration and motivation-at least it is for me. Maybe that’s because summer has lots to offer and inspiration is always pretty low when there’s so much to do?
You have guts! I don’t share my work, writing wise. I usually just keep it to myself, or show it to a friend if I want opinions! But that poem is pretty cool. I am not much of a poetry-reader, so I don’t know if it is as cool as it sounds(me + poetry = bad confusion), but keep up the good work! I’m going to hope that I can muster something for my English 11’s poetry unit in the winter, haha =]
In response to your comment on my site, about the song… Yes, the lyrics ‘Perfect song on the radio, sing along cause it’s one you know…’ are from Kenny Chesney’s “Summertime”. It’s one of my favorite songs, almost.
How was Pride & Prejudice?
My school is apparantly doing our fall play after Pride & Prejudice… I wonder how it will be.
~Christine @ Cyanide-Hearts
No…? Haha. I’m thinking about it. But I don’t have any time because I have tennis matches/practices everyday and school just started so I’m getting into the habit of doing a LOT of work again after the summer, and I have like piano and art lessons and I have to go to this math program thing cuz my parents want me to excel…-_- haha.