Pygmalion And Galatea
Being Enlightened
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An oil painting by Jean Leon Gerome, circa 1890. I'm moved every time I see it, it's just beautiful!
A painting hangs on his wall.
A shield is looking out for him.
Various works upon the shelf
And the faces lean side by side,
Empty sockets,
Wide, gaping maws,
'Cept for the times he dons one or the other.
Gives voice to their empty opinions.
Puts it on for all the others to see.
But for her,
For her
He is always himself.
He is always just him.
His masterpiece!
How he has given his life's blood!
Poured out his soul!
But for her,
For her.
She needs one final touch.
He embraces his passion,
Soaks in all her beauty,
Surely he could not have created her alone,
How could his hands have possibly?
How could his troubled mind perfect his dream?
A kiss.
He desires just one kiss.
Hot, firey flesh meets cold indifference,
But cupid's arrow is aimed
And blood is coming from stone today!
He lets his passion flow
And feels new life within his hands!
All his love returned!
His beauty is of the same now!
Picture perfect!
Perfectly picturesque!
His dream!
His vision!
His reality!
A painting hangs on his wall.
A shield is looking out for him.
Various works upon the shelf
And the faces lean side by side,
Empty sockets,
Wide, gaping maws,
'Cept for the times he dons one or the other.
Gives voice to their empty opinions.
Puts it on for all the others to see.
But for her,
For her
He is always himself.
He is always just him.
His masterpiece!
How he has given his life's blood!
Poured out his soul!
But for her,
For her.
She needs one final touch.
He embraces his passion,
Soaks in all her beauty,
Surely he could not have created her alone,
How could his hands have possibly?
How could his troubled mind perfect his dream?
A kiss.
He desires just one kiss.
Hot, firey flesh meets cold indifference,
But cupid's arrow is aimed
And blood is coming from stone today!
He lets his passion flow
And feels new life within his hands!
All his love returned!
His beauty is of the same now!
Picture perfect!
Perfectly picturesque!
His dream!
His vision!
His reality!
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
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You led my eye from the distanced perspective of the observer of a painted canvas, through narrative to within the consciousness of Pygmalion himself.
I wonder how a poem from Galatea's awakening perspective might turn out, also! That'd be an interesting exercise, for another time.
and yet, I think I just did.
Bravo
And Fins, seeing through the eyes of Galatea---I may have to try that one day!
To warm, soft flesh
Awakened by a kiss
Born into a warm embrace
And what a wonderful, beautiful way
For life to begin!
In love!
NOTE THE EDIT DATE!
Okay, I never edit what I originally write and although this little add on totally SUCKS, I will not erase it! Please just kinda disregard it, okay.
Here's the painting that inspired my poem.
http://www.batguano.com/bgma/gerome.html
Gosh, it's such a beautiful painting!
ps. I was looking at the one on the left.
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
LOL! I felts more edjamacated whenin I wuz lookin' ats it too, ISN! Hee! Hee!