Please find below the latest entry in Purrsday Poetry by Pawcific Purrsea.
What is a face, really?
more like a tribal mask
colors, lines, patterns and shapes
angular, off balance and distorted
the face of the new art
combine several points of view
and overlap them
small, tilted planes,
set in a shallow space
geometric such as a
square, circle, or triangle
cut up and glued back together
asymmetrical balance by contrast
repetition of a pattern,
a pattern of repetition
freehand drawn off center
everything where it belongs,
there is no abstract art
we all know that art is not truth
art is a lie that makes us realize truth
others have seen what is and asked why
I do not seek
an imaginative, creative essence of something
Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot,
others transform a yellow spot into the sun
warm, cool, intense
and it’s always in your face.
My human always comments that my face is like a Picasso face, so what’s a more appropriate subject for this found poem of some quotes by Pablo Picasso, mixed in with instructions she found on how to draw your own Picasso face.
Poem by PAWCIFIC PURRSEA
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