PsHhhh...
wall scrawl, poetic,
technicolor in glory,
tells her story.
if she listens close enough
the bricks speak love
and she hugs them for hearing
what she has to say,
their cold embrace, grout kissing
her face, lends small comfort,
she'll desire once more
(wants more)
when she finds her way
home tonight.
PsHhhh....
Tell a story in 55 words. Give it a try or just read more, go see g-man.
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There is an infinite amount of art in graffiti work- the soul of the artist seen through a portal of **Pshhhh** spray paint.
i was in a train yard not to long ago, the cars all painted bright...words, shapes..the intracacy of the art amazing...looking deeper the artist really lets you see into their soul....awesome write my friend
You speak volumes in 55 words! However in the world do you find the time to do what you do. The write is fantastic, goes without saying, and I thought the take on the image was awesome. That being said, I'm now off to bed. My day is complete...how goes the feet? :) Ha!
I often admired the art in the graffiti on subways and walls in New York. So sad that the artists are rarely appreciated. You did a great job in honoring them with this poem.
Pretty darn cool. I was a creature of the city streets for about 30 minutes and it's really an eye opener. Fun to hug the bricks, tho! :)
xo
Awesome, B. You've some wicked internal rhymes in spots where last word in a line rhymes with first word in following line—great write that sounds really good too.
we get to see lots of amazing graffiti on the way into NYC - always wonder who the artist was and what their story is...have a good night
Lovely. Truly.
The fine artist allowing the canvas to speak. Nice.
As you already know...My 55 is HERE.
You are the most prolific poet.
And this is a little gem.
=)
oh those taggers.
Sad and lovely, Brain.
You amaze me. How your words always give such a vivid picture and bring everything to life. God has given you an amazing talent my love and I'm so glad you choose to share it and touch lives.
Cool pic...I remember it from our trip to Asheville
What an awesome poem. Love the graffiti as a poem.
American Graffiti...Where were YOU in 62..72..82..92..02?
I can smell the acrylic now.
Great 55 Son.
You make me proud.
Have a Kick Ass Week-End....G
Feelings in words or spray painted walls. They just have to come out, don't they.
I know a similar "voice" in my science. Great piece to your album brother.
*Love* this one. You are ON today, Brian. :)
Think of all those passers by who will over hear.
http://razzamadazzle.wordpress.com/2011/03/10/theyre-here/
Nice 55 Brian. Have a great weekend.
Did you see Kimy aka Mouse today? Ties in nicely. ;)
There's a small northern town where the graffiti is a murel wall...everytime I look at it I see something different. Great imagery!
♥ ஆεlεɳa ~.^
You so need to do a book...
You have a knack for seeing the heart of things.
this is beautiful!
You do a type of graffitti, too - in your words, on your own wall here. I love coming here to watch you paint.
You don't see writing on the walls.. you see self-expression and the need to get it out.
I admire the compression here...
when she hugs the bricks...man, that works for me
Peace, hp
their cold embrace, grout kissing
her face, lends small comfort,
she'll desire once more
(wants more)
when she finds her way
home tonight..
you gave an affectionate twist to the whole thing.. :)
Smiles xx
I love how you made the graffiti come to life in a whole new way, Brian.
The illustration is lovely and your 55 better than ever!
Wonderful as always, so descriptive in so few words.
Graffiti is the artwork of the misunderstood and at times it speaks volumes. I have to say I like some of it, as it is so right in your face powerful. Even the ancient man drew on walls.
What I dislike is when it becomes a form of abuse, vandalism and destruction.
Have a great Friday dear Brian,
xoxo
Graffiti can be truly beautiful - it's such a pity that it is hardly ever appreciated. Nice one, Brian!
As usual your poetry leaves me speechless. You put so much into your words.
I'm much more of a reporter as you can tell here.
Reminded me of when I went off to the big city when I was 18. Enjoyed it.
Very cool and bittersweet, Brian. I know a produce store owner who hired graffiti artists to beautify his delivery vans. Turned out great.
Yeah, I find myself even to this day talking to inadament objects to listen. Great post Brian.
Aw. What a lovely 55, Brian. "The bricks speak love." It's like you got into the soul of a graffiti artist. I'm in love with her!
I always admire the artistry in graffiti the same way I admire your words.
There is a lot of talent wasted on subway cars sometimes.
absolutely wonderful iambic rhythm. Great flow and I like her story of where she finds her real satisfaction at.
I find poetry blogs elicit the same emotional response. Excellent.
All graffiti interests me. I never thought of it as destroying property; rather, for me, it enhances the property because it is art. Just my opinion. However, the part in this post about "grout kissing her face" and "finds her way home tonight" sounds too much like an alcoholic or addict. I have been around them all my life so maybe it just comes naturally to see that in what you write. Of course, I know you leave your writing to each reader's interpretation. Good one, Brian.
I always stand and admire graffiti. There are hoardings in the nearby town where graffiti is actually encouraged.
This poem is admirable too, perhaps there should be places where poets can write their thoughts on walls.
We all just want to be heard, have our say, be validated.
Makes me think, the walls are her blog.
(corny, but true)
I love this,Brian!
A mortar communion. Nice.
Getting back is always nice... a good surprise
smiles
How do you do it, Brian? Your poetry is always wonderful. And I see your commenting on so many blogs, you must never leave your computer!!!
Now there is an under-appreciated art form. Amidst all the gang signs and defacing spritzing can be found true jewels of self-expression. Nice 55, Brian.
hmmm....Brian....SAVE the DUCKS she says and give me alll the money ;)
I guess we all want to leave our mark on the world in some fashion. You should be proud that one way you leave your mark will be through your words. :) Happy Weekend!
The writing's on the wall!
Sometimes I am just amazed at the artistry of graffiti.
I know I have said it before - probably 55 times or more - but nobody I know can so more in so few words. Distilled to concentrate the very finest elements : writing as fine malt whisky rather than beer.
I liked your take on this. I believe everyone who writes, no matter where, wants to be heard.
Rather like the graffti, your post on it is also a work of art - beautiful, my friend.
But how close is close..oh will she ever know
I am not really familiar with graffitti .,. but i always been in awe of them !
This was a brillaint poem !
..and talking against a wall gets a new meaning...
love the Pshhh spray sound and love the..she hugs them for hearing
what she has to say..
There is beauty in some graffiti....not the tagging....but real art on the walls in the city and yes, train cars.
Yesterday, driving around the Mission District in San Francisco, I just marveled at the great grafitti there. Incredible murals, many historic scenes of the Latino culture.
To listen - that's a difficult skill......
Reminds me of the Berlin wall part I saw in Ronald Regan library....
Also reminds me of MY naughty graffiti story :)
Nicely done. Its a wonderment how lovingly you play with words!
Excellent poem, brian--very nicely done, with the love affair between the wall and the artist/art and the cycle repeated.
graffiti artists are clever, if they just make sure to apply it to legal places lol ,great write mate.
I used to think that graffiti was ugly...but what kind of artist would that make me?! I now see the beauty in many forms of art! :)
It is good to have someone to talk to...confide in...preferably a living breathing being.
SO MUCH EXPRESSION (so many places) in color with brushes and chalks and paints.
Great 55.
I love this! When I grew up graffitti was considered an annoyance, but I think it's really evolved into a work of art! Have a great weekend....
PSSSSHT and someone else will spray above her message
This gave me the shivers...lots of depth in those few well chosen words...I salute you.
I don't know where you find the time to come up with these, but they are a real mind freeze.
As I enjoy each one your write, as they are a delight.
Very good in relation to the pic too, ok I'm done sucking up to you.
Natasha even rhymed here, I started something bad I fear.
Also I will never be first on yours, as I have to many chores.
And you have to many comments for sure, if I had to rhyme back that many I'd run out the door.
See you soon, maybe at high noon.
Oh right you can't walk, so maybe just sit and talk.
Good use of sound/personal effects - and viewpoint - in this tagger work. =)
Nice write. Art is art however you do it or see it and this art is no different.
I watched a documentary recently about street artists. Interesting stuff.
In NYC, there is a building they want to tear down, but are planning doing it in such a way to preserve the graffiti and wall art. I saw a clip of the building on the news and was amazed by the talent of the artists who put their stamp on the wall.
At least someone is listening to her. Beautiful and touching in so few words.
Some of it is expression. Some is just graffiti.
The "PsHhhh" totally did it for me!! Spray can please!!! I am not really INTO graffiti per-se... but I love admiring the art in it...
This poem reminded me of my muse though.. heheh... she kinda has similar (almost EXACT) traits :)
Loved this, B!!!
The "PsHhhh" totally did it for me!! Spray can please!!! I am not really INTO graffiti per-se... but I love admiring the art in it...
This poem reminded me of my muse though.. heheh... she kinda has similar (almost EXACT) traits :)
Loved this, B!!!
This image reminds me of a story about a bird in a house. A woman longs for freedom and release amidst the challenges in her life. Well done, Brian.
very beautifully written brian.
trisha
Oh, this is great. I can feel what she's feeling here. We all want to be heard, desired, loved...
"the bricks speak love and she hugs them for hearing what she has to say, their cold embrace grout kissing her face, lends small comfort..."
good stuff, Brian :)
cool
There is so much to be said about graffiti. Some say it's not "art"...are you kidding me? It's art in all kinds of forms and sometimes, I think it's the best out there as it reaches down to the depths of one's soul and tells a message that many of us don't even want to acknowledge....great write.
My son loves the art of graffiti. He has done many works of art with this type of painting. . . all with permission of course. (At least that I am aware of.)
i just discovered you...thanks to somebody directing me....i'd love to be a part of all that you scribble and learn and hope to be read....
sincerely,
sonny.
ps. any help with one stop poetry group..to understand how it functions would be a huge huge favour
"She hugs them for hearing what she has to say"
So applicable to all forms of artistic expression.
Awesome Bri. Another brilliant insight.
man, that is amazing... so good it doesn't even seem like 55 words.. wow
This is simple and beautiful. I love that she hugs them... lovely.
I can add nothing to what has already been said. Great work.
think a lot of graffiti is an enhancement much like your words and both have message to impart ...loved it thanks x
It's true that I always enjoy reading your poems... And this one is very inspiring! I've read it twice and I kept saying Pshhh between verses! lol! I think I'll start writing some Pshhh Lyrics!LOL!Thanks for sharing! :)
Loving the "pshhhhh"...I can hear it, I can smell it! Love it Brian.
hugs. karis
"PsHhhh..."
Love that sound. great 55 and nice art.
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"PsHhhh..."
i swear i already commented on this post? anyway....
"the bricks speak love
and she hugs them for hearing
what she has to say,
their cold embrace, grout kissing
her face, lends small comfort,"
brilliant!
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