Poem: The Birth of a Painting

A frustrated poet crashes his quill, spills his ink, and becomes an accidental artist.

Poem: Birth of a Painting

Aching mind and leaking quill
Cursive writing turns accidental calligraphy
The edges sprayed, the curves fatter
The stiff bristles of the quill
Inertia and bulging at the curves
Much like the defiant mind
Lacking fertile imagination
Searching for the right grip
Frustrated, I scribble

Letters crash into curves
Random, ridiculous, and retarded
Dipping into the ink
Splashing and spraying
The words deform into a picture
The paper turns into a canvas
A poem dies, a painting is born

~Ashok Subramanian © 2024

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I wrote a poem about a frustrated poet turning into an artist.

I wanted to explain the poem but realized I would leave it to interpretation. It does not intend to put down either the poet or the artist.

‘A picture is more than a thousand words’. A poem is rarely a thousand words. These lines were the inspiration for this poem. I was searching for words and this idea popped up. A haiku…

Poem : SCRIBBLES TO STROKES

Searching for those words
My scribbles turned into strokes
Paper turns canvas

… to show my deep appreciation of the artwork — digital and hand-arts, photography, and other visual arts, and their creators.

~Ashok Subramanian © 2024