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He drew his own arm once
with his own arm, stairs
going somewhere, anywhere,
nowhere and back again,
faces unspiraling into the
sky. Spheres. Birds, going
(South? North? East? West?
Which way are they going?)
somewhere soon. He blew
our minds with the endless
-ness of everything, illusion
of a world that just keeps
going, black and white
and yet still some-
how shining in an end
-less tampered mat of stars.
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A second offering for Walt’s character sketch dVerse prompt.
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This made me downright giddy with the very first line; he’s my fave, so I knew who this was immediately. SO GOOD.
I was thinking of a teacher or a mentor ~ Specially love this part:
He blew
our minds with the endless
-ness of everything
Yep. Lived on his work as a budding artist! Still pause when I see something of his.
Reads like a random dance, touching every square foot of the floor with brilliant description. Another winner, De!
The admiration shines clear through your lines ❤
Beautifully executed 🙂
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Oh, grand choice!
Your poem captures his work and illusions beautifully. You are a wonder!
Ah.. Yes that endlessness… Like a poem drawn it’s all in the perspective isn’t it?
Love Escher! And merry go round you have created. 😉
Wow —- Thank you tsdwords for naming the person here — just googled and WOW! Your poem has certainly captured this artist. And once again, I learn at dVerse. This is an amazing artist!
Oh.. so fUn
to doGod
wiThouT
pAint..
by BooKs..:)