Bouncing along to the rock-hard bass sculpture
Enjoying the poetry of the melody
And reveling in the colorful painting of the harmony
That’s wrapped in a ballet for your ears
So much artistic goodness for your soul
Beats (an acrostic poem)
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That Darn Smile (a 200 word story)
The imp looked back at David and smiled its goofy smile. “What do you think, Master?”
David pondered the reproduction of the Mona Lisa. It was impeccable, except she was frowning. David felt his lips curl into the same shape. “The mouth is wrong.”
The imp looked at the painting again and shook its head. “Nope, that’s the right one. Trust me.”
David pulled out the postcard where that enigmatic smile was displayed in its glory. “No, this is her smile. It’s world famous.”
The imp looked at the postcard and spit. “That hack, da Vinci added that later.”
David pointed at the postcard. “So you’re saying that you were the one who painted that?”
The imp pointed at the canvas in front of it. “No, I painted that. Da Vinci ruined my original vision.”
David picked back up his brush. “You know you are one screwed up muse.”
The imp laughed. “Da Vinci didn’t think so.”
David pointed at the postcard. “That’s not what I see.”
The imp disappeared in a huff of brimstone. David could feel a bemused smile grow on his face. Looking into the mirror he saw it then. The brush practically danced on the canvas.
Image: upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/ec/Mona_Lisa%2C_by_Leonardo_da_Vinci%2C_from_C2RMF_retouched.jpg/687px-Mona_Lisa%2C_by_Leonardo_da_Vinci%2C_from_C2RMF_retouched.jpg
Fake (an acrostic poem)
Fitting that they found out about the forgery
At least they were so focused on the painting that they wouldn’t notice me
Killing my enjoyment of swindling them all
Everybody trusts a cop, even a pretend one
Image: upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/75/Manassas_Police_Badge.gif
Painting Stories
Sometimes it is fun to take out my pallet and paint. I look at the blank canvas and begin to alter the world therein. I add a dab of the blues then lighten it with a bit of melancholy. Happiness is sprinkled into hope, but sometimes hope runs into despair. Painting green with envy can make the work more interesting, especially if envy is blended with regret. You always need some sympathy and maybe even some encouragement, but too much and your work would be labeled self-help, which is fine if that’s what you are looking to do. In the end I’m just looking for the right picture of emotions to make my work… novel.
Never Short On Words 