I would like comments and suggestions for this one about Renoir's work?

Question

Gabriel With A Rose

....Paris in winter

is hushed subdued and stark

but he catches his breath…sighs

leans in.

shivers and gently

transforms his youthfull yearnings

of pale silken shadows

enchanted worlds…

into a black haired femme, with a rose

He curls his hand

and traces the tenuous lines

of her back.

His reach, slow and sensuous

hovers over her mouth

slides the delicate lace at her throat

down to reveal black pearls

in the damp shadow under her jaw.

She holds his gaze, shyly.

He blinks, sighs,

leans away awkwardly and trembling

lowers his palette.

Done, now,

the artist

unties his brushes

from gnarled fingers

his arthritic hands ,

turns , moves slowly

away on swollen feet

but with a calm

triumphant soul...

He and Gabriel are one

and Paris dances.

Answer 1

"Hi!"

very well described and educational. thx

Great poem

Well Done : )

Answer 2

The "Trolls" are not worth your attention or explanation. Just

ignore the wee creatures, they crawl out from below the rocks from time to time, and don't hang around for an answer, they

scurry off in fear, like the cowards they are.

Yet, I am certain Renoir cheers your rebuttal. And bows to kiss your hand, for the lovely poem of description of his glorious gifted art. Bravo to you both! Jenny

Answer 3

A successful, descriptive poem about a great artist. I know his paintings very well.

Answer 4

Obviously, it's a poem.

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Answer 5

That was beautifully written Pat. i enjoyed this read.

even your rebuttal has an elegance and to offer forgiveness.

Shows strength of character.

It is indeed a lesson, if you dance with the Devil, expect him to throw you a curve bowl, now and then.

Answer 6

Very poor taste. I have read books on lives of artists in Paris. Most often  than not they do it not for the sake of art as much as the enjoyment one takes to look at the object of work. One can rape with the eye, did you know that?This I believe is not the kind of art I like.

No wonder the artist's fingers are shrivilled with the curse of touch,

So sensuous and so benign,

That not even Picaso or Michaelangelo would dare to defy.

yet tis rare that an artist is born not made.

Tis true that rarely does and artist look at the object of his/her art and desires in the mind.

But Oh! what a curse to the eye that beholds the beauty of the object which was created with the sole object to behold the beauty and not to desire it in the heart.

The heart bleeds when such a thing happens to art and the artist as defined by the above poet deserves every bit of the wrath from the object,

that even though the soul so triumphant that one has conquered, no wasted;

Is it a true cry of a conqurer or a triumphant cry of the victor??

Answer 7

Beautiful poem, beautiful painting, a tribute to Renoir.

I went to Google to look at the painting and your vivid description of Renoir really completes the experience.

Thank you for this wonderful offering.