TB HARLEM by Alice NeelImages
images of an alice neel painting tb harlem
a youthful victim of it's ravaging
come to me while i listen to the tb sheets song by van morrison
the flash is unmistakably vividin my brain's eye
i can feel the young man's suffering
with a collapsed bandaged lung
concaved rib cage deformed
by medical intrusive intervention
i can only imagine the pain
that he is feeling and think of him
as eternally clinging to a life scarred and wasted
and I can almost smell the decaying
of his once youthful flesh
caught in the act by paintbrush verity
on a striking canvas repose
which no spectator can ever deny
is the work of a true genius
and a masterpiece of life
Painting Dance
painting dance
and refrains untapped
i see the colors
of the strokes and the movement
inside the darkness of my mind
i apply the coup de grace
that marred the purity of the rawness on my canvas
with a first trace of paint
all in the name of symbolism
behind the shield of artistry
for a fleeting momen
ti grasp the true meaning
behind the unknown forces that give me guidance
through each step
but alas in a flash
it is gone
and i have
forgotten
Museum Sleep
inside the ornate frame
such beauty rests in a museum sleep
frozen in silence waiting
for cracks to formin the plaster wall
to breathe again
to regain life
in ancient fibers of morrow's lore
and furthermore the pallid beauty
wearing those woven golden reddish braids
longs for the creator's touch
the lover's embrace
the passionate kiss
Suzanne Delorme
