Those faces and bodies at the park,
colored dots juxtaposed with fancy, souls
intermixed with pain and stillness,
arrive,
the beach is humming with mellifluous sounds,
never heard before
echoes of ancient spells
cast
like dyes.
in the silence,
nude gestures of being stoned, geometric
alliances
stormed out to Sea
into rebellions.
you wish you could be there
as God's eye opens
and turns us into mere antidotes of fate.
closed eyes full of trances
and tender stances
yellow as bananas
out to dance.
Comments
MaggieG | September 7, 2011 - 14:53
I think Seurat would be most pleased with this. You brought the painting to life beautifully :)
seashore | September 7, 2011 - 15:37
This painting demands to be written about and you have more than done it justice. Excellent.
Highhat | September 8, 2011 - 07:03
I have never seen the painting but I could really picture it with your words here in this poem.
;)Pia
Steve | September 16, 2011 - 00:17
Thank you so much seashore. They is alamost a poetic stone quality about the geometric precision of Seurat's work. The Bourgeosie (Middle Class) try to act so appropriately. They have no idea how wicked the working and upper-classes are.
I think it is easier to move from the lower class to the upperclass than from middle to upper.
Seurat captures the quiet and yet somewhat disturbing quality of middle-class propriety perfectly.