Small Flies and Other Wings

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Small Flies and Other Wings by Christine Ay Tjoe (Oil on canvas) 2013
Art in the pink, the hope that it brings
Wings painted from, the smallest of things
The joy of the colour, the mess of it all
A pleasure to view, this artist's call

Not quite abstract, the painting surreal
Based in fact, then allowed to congeal
Into pastel riot, of colour and lines
Into a many makes whole, artwork refined

What underlies, there's tissue paper petals
The subject mixed up, then left to settle
What was the intent, forethought soft light
To please the eye, or just to feel right

So busy so active, yet here is still life
Outlines overshot, not cut like a knife
In the blur there is movement, on a canvas full
But the subject is lifeless, the message - killed

When you look deeper, what do you see
Something different to me, most certainly
I see part of you, I see part of me
I see a gift, a sadness, in humanity

Did this idea form, in the artist's mind
Develop and grow, the mind to bind
An irresistible force, the desire to create
A bane and pleasure, that will never wait

This poem is a response to a dVerse ~ Poets Pub challenge

10 thoughts on “Small Flies and Other Wings”

  2. Very nicely done! A beautiful poem of introspection. I like the way you start off with the superficial and take it to the deep thoughts of the mind!
    This was a great line: Based in fact, then allowed to congeal
    … this is what art is…

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  3. These lines are great, “Not quite abstract, the painting surreal
    Based in fact, then allowed to congeal”

    This is how I feel about life most days. It’s a blob of something that was perhaps based in truth.

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