“Untitled (Hitchcock)” by Robert Natkin
folded colors
paint layers of lyrics
soft to the touch of the eye
sundry haberdash textures
acutely arranged
like articulate works of a clock
tailored vestments of time
clothe the days of a life
a disciplined set of beliefs
on well-ordered display
a mind given to tidiness
evident shapes of emotion
beneath philosophical raiment
a visual cognitive character
lending depiction of mind
ethos pathos and logos
in notional portraiture
somehow made tangible
dressed in the discourse
of memory
lingering artfully
long past the grave
You buried me,
In thoughts you buried me,
Breathlessly you suffocate me in ur ink,
Your dripping pen caged me on,and on until I licked the last drop
Having trodden in the darkness you shunned light,
Having been on lonely
Pitched dark path many a time,
I soar with your liberation theology,
Victory song at the tunnel end!
Where letting go clashes with jubilation forever,
My small pen honor you….
Poets are gods,and you are rare amongst.
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I will treasure this lovely poetic comment – it shall go into my keepsake box – sincere thanks
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Feeling honoured Sir.😊
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‘Lingering artfully’ nailed what didn’t really need nailing in the first place, as it was well and truly nailed! Super line, ‘lingering artfully’.
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many thanks, mike
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Just beautiful!
“paint layers of lyrics / soft to the touch of the eye” what an image!
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I’m pleased you enjoyed it
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The gentlemen we were will linger on in other’s memories like Gentleman’s Quarterly ads . . . A fine poem, Paul!
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appreciate that, peter
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And in that place finding it’s summit.
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*smile*
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I tell you true, Paul–the public school system is missing out if they don’t start teaching your poetry in English classes. Surely you are among the new classic poets–I am ever-astounded each time I read…and days like this, could sink further into depression, knowing my work never quite meets the bar yours sets.
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dear RL – your deeply appreciated comments touch me beyond my ability to express gratitude – we are, each of us, all of us, trying to make the most of the gifts God has given us – by so striving, regardless of what we produce, we make him equally happy and proud
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Well, now I’m all misty-eyed…
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God gave you a gift you use it well. God bless you
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that’s very kind of you to say
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