ekphrasisism reversed: it’s a two-way mirror alice walked through the glass and entered an upside-down reality where perspective was changed where the mirror was an image unto itself in an indecision of art hanging there on a facade a masterpiece alone no brush strokes or colours just words on a wall a frame so solus in all of art brilliant painters lifted the brush and stroked beautiful canvases colourful scenes of the mad geniuses’ dreams but the mirror was still one sided then the eckphrastic masters arrived and All was changed! the mirror wobbled and swirled clear light became hazy my hand went through into another i saw brushes paint words and words paint pictures the eckphrastics came alive in brilliant colour bright blue yellow and green All in hues the oranges painted and the acrylics spread cheer finally the writer could see the paint on his page a canvas as he stood on the stage alice walked through the glass! one more time And the eckphrastics became gods Self-Portait incandescent blue 3-dimensional distortions Gold crusted a black silvery green figurine with eerie colours in a bright yellow frame deep a depth in space inside my mind ribbons warp as fields enfold upon themselves in an abyss not yet revealed in an elongated space in which time and light subsist a quasi-solitude is found that delivers a peaceful chaos in an unsettled expanse look into mine eyes that cannot be seen see the electricity of the creative spark that only lives in an illusion of mind caught in the need of the ever present ego oh! That he could be dead that i be alive! warped space in cool lights the shadowy figurine paints azure lanes in which 2 bi-cycles ride in this space this place slightly out of sight in dark shadows which show lite orange orchid cabinets eerily in an avocado verdant haze he thinks and paints in colours auric words on the palette the brush which gives his being his meaning to be the infinite eternity he seeks to be free as the lightening dove flies in from the right this shadowy figure has to be! he plays in the frame painting All of the day James N. Hoffman James N Hoffman is retired and living with his wife in Ocean City, Maryland. He has an MA in Applied Psychology and a BA in Philosophy. James started writing many decades ago but found he liked to write what he called colour poetry since he cannot paint. Later he learned that it is called ekphrastic and has been as old as some of the Greek philosophy he studied. James has been published in the Ekphrastic Challenge many times.
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