Art is in the dreaming Friday, March 27, 1998 Paul Copeland Stretched canvas waits patiently Anticipating the first caress Of sable hair brush Upon white skin Paper anticipates release From boredom of empty staves Full of silence Brushed stroke, brushed curve Remembrances of scenes unfolding Saturated colours filled with light Stand out against white spaces of emptiness Notes drawn with precision On a time continuum grid Containing preset durations Notated hieroglyphics Will only be deciphered By the inner circle Canvas breathes completion Upon itself and prepares To be viewed, admired, critiqued By gallery visitors Who care to listen To what they see Double bar line indicates 'End of opus' Musical score Must now be recognized by instruments Willing to become an aural experience For listeners about to embrace the moment Art is in the dreaming.
Reason for writing:
I am doing a six week 'Creative Writing' course and the homework for this week was to write a poem. So here it is :-)
This is my first 'serious' poem. I would very much appreciate any constructive criticism. Thank you.
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