Tale of the Vanishing Artist

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His footsteps, once upon a time
Struck soundly on the paved walk
In steady, even beats they rang
Into the crowded streets they sang
A chorus of ambitious thought
They did before, but now do not

His fingers, once upon a time
Performed their craft for crowded rooms
To raise the spirits of the saints
And soothe the souls of those who faint
A glimpse of hope to them impart
They did before, but now do not

His eyes, oh, once upon a time
Were brilliant blue and spoke the truth
Believing in a better plight
Believing they could set things right
Without the fear of falling short
They did before, but now do not

For once upon a time, it seems
He vanished into nouns and verbs
And faded into distant dreams
To still be seen but never heard
His soul translated into rhyme
His heart converted into poem
No more to walk among the world
But now, at last, at rest–at home

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54 responses to “Tale of the Vanishing Artist

  1. He walked among us
    Words so wise
    Such piercing eyes
    He saw into my soul
    My every ambition and goal
    He is gone
    But his essence lives on
    They spoke to him
    With such disdain
    Said he was a fraud
    He and I, we both know why
    When they saw him
    They saw themselves
    Reflected in his eyes
    They from him learned
    Of their flaws
    And thus killed him with
    Imaginary claws

    Why do we ignore the wise until it is too late?
    Andrea

  2. For whoever this is about, it’s just a beautiful and poignant description. I love these lines:

    For once upon a time, it seems
    He vanished into nouns and verbs
    And faded into distant dreams
    To still be seen but never heard…

    And nice finish, those last few lines. You always amaze me, VW, with your prolific creativity – including those you sometimes come up with in your comments!

  3. “No more to walk among the world
    But now, at last, at rest–at home”

    But no matter if he rest at home, for his words walk the whole world web. πŸ™‚

  4. No way!!! You haven’t lost your touch at all!! hehe… It’s good to read your poetry again πŸ™‚ I like this a lot…

  5. such sadness as his art and youth disappear…

    yet i am left with some hope and envy for he leaves something of himself behind…

    your words pinch the heart and leave an imprint on the mind .

  6. Almost likened to a darkened shadow it would seem? I think that this silhouetted figure is still someone that is seen, someone that is recognised and renowned in the words of old; the light still sparks on yonder frame where the distancing of time that was thought to have stood still, has rekindled the burning orb, and lightened the way forwards in a breath of optimism…

      • My initial comment has
        disappeared? 😦

        Did I add something
        that was wrong my friend?

        Androgoth

      • I’m sorry my friend. It appears that I got too touchy with my touchscreen and I must have hit the delete button. I even responded to it and couldn’t figure out where it went. I had to sign into a regular computer to find it and sure enough it was marked spam. I apologize. It was a wonderful and thoughtful comment and it has now been restored to it’s previous glory πŸ™‚

        I will try to be more careful with my fingers πŸ˜‰

      • I was thinking that it was the Tale of the Vanishing Comment when I noticed it had disappeared, though I did read your reply πŸ™‚ Thank you for letting me know about that my wickedly fine friend πŸ™‚

        Androgoth

  7. I agree with the others that the image is wonderful. As for the poem, it makes me think of the great men and woman (or prophets and saints or God’s son if you like) that tried in their respective fields to change the world,but failed to sway the momentum. But at least they tried and they and their deeds never quite vanished…if only they could have become poets after they had exhausted their initial efforts to change the world.

  8. Vampire, a most worthy ode to a worthy vanished artist. My favorite lines are:
    “And soothe the souls of those who faint
    A glimpse of hope to them impart”———–healing beauty, indeed!
    I also am enjoying the lead art work of this past–so gemlike, so indicative of life-giving organisms.

  9. Splendid work VW! This reminds me of Edgar Allan Poe, in the way you tell the story and the inevitable way in which the Artist departs this world for another. Simply marvelous! πŸ™‚

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