Put down your pen and think of when
You try to find the word
To best define a sight divine
With common noun or verb.
Some scenes they just leave one nonplussed
There is no phrase that will
Convey a sound that now confounds
And baulks twixt ear and quill.
A tactile rub or texture hug
Transmits a sense so clear
But try to write and watch your trite
Translation then appear.
A taste bud sings when morsel stings
With pleasurable zest
But try to tell that sapid spell
And risk a palimpsest.
A bouquet sniff or wafting whiff
Of scent so sweet or rank
Confuse the nose and won’t disclose
The words that make it frank.
Pick up brush now and think of how
A painter’s dispensation
Makes colours rich with palette swish
And shows, not tells, sensation.
But scribes must stick to rules so strict
Our abstracts can seem dim
With grammar straight we pigmentate
Our scenes for edit’s whim.
But would I swop? No, I think not
(Though bleeding down these phrases)
Yes, canvas shows but wordsmith knows
A voice can make world changes.
17 thoughts on “On choosing media”
just a simple WOW
will have to suffice
there’s no thinking twice
for I don’t know how
to answer your parade of colorful words
with a new word no one has heard!
I like this!….
Delightfully appropriate! Thank you so much.
Great, great stuff!
Many, many thanks Jon.
Excellent piece of poetry, from beginning to end! I could visualize each step. Thank you for the like on Sleepy Thoughts. I will revisit your blog.
Thank you for introducing yourself and for this lovely compliment. I too look forward to sharing our work.
You are welcome, as do I. I am going to follow you, before I forget. I have been catching up on emails most of the day. Have a wonderful evening.
For days I’ve been wanting to write about Piet Blom’s cube houses, and the surreal experience of seeing them, but I just don’t seem to have it in me, so your words bring much solace (maybe I’ll try again, but all I have so far are “scrambling saccades”). Superb write!
Verrek – sooner you than me! I’ve just googled Blom’s ‘kubuswoning’ and would prefer to hold my finger in a dyke than use it to type a description. Perhaps you should get it ghost-written by the real estate agent who sells them?
Welcome back and your compliment is also gladly greeted.
Can’t comment – I’m lost for words… 😉
Exactly!!! You loss of locution is mightily appreciated and filed as Exhibit A 😀
Mike ~ wonderful poetry – and such a vivid depiction of the writer’s plight – Enjoyed immensely dear friend! x RL
An endorsement from this particular fellow sufferer is always prized.
I see what you mean by your comment on Painter’s Pond Mike, very ironic indeed.
Great minds think alike. Many thanks.
An apt contribution from a kindred spirit. Much thanks.
my tongue was twisting around this, 😀
then i re-read it to enjoy it for it’s truth.
running in rondels around the mind’s mill
looking for language with paper and quill.
Great poem, Thank you 😀