I usually find modern art challenging. I like it to be naturalistc and I have a preference for beautiful - which makes me fairly illiterate, I know. So Cy Twombly's exhibition at Tate Modern a couple of years ago was really challenging. But when I got it - I really fell for it. I was sad to hear of his death this morning, and post this poem in tribute to his "Poems to the Sea"
Poems to the Sea by Cy Twombly
Twenty-four slabs of white on white
blue constant horizon paint splashes
faint wisps of pencil
Mediterranean white white white
and when the sun comes up
becoming a lighter white
wave current ripcurl swell
weed flotsam bubbles spume
implicit goddess
painting the process of water
flows and falls of cloud
rain meeting ocean
painting the process of poem
words aimed shifted retracted
mind meeting paper
scribbles arrows overlays
the shape it takes on the page
the reveal in the process
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Enjoyed this poem, Elizabeth, although posted in sad circumstances. The different paces within your poem are great to read out, when verbs are not necessary for description. And the lack of punctuation gives full flow to the artwork.
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