Muse (poem)

There are viewers and models less concerned with the art that tells a story
in pictures
for that I’m sorry,
bodies marked by scars and tattoos from the days of their youth,
bumps, bruises of their truth,
twisted on mother earth,
ground in soil,
they toil
in the sea of their birth,

rules cast in fisher’s nets to breed or to consume.
Life’s delicious in whatever ways they resume –
the whole of beauty cobbles together a set of shapes and colors,
almond eyes, skin brown, pale and yellow.
Lives balanced on scales like the dissonant phrases and schemes of a poem,
in a thousand words,
the rhyme of our time,
a blended song,
sing along,
wide-spaced eyes,
lithe frames,
baby feet,
physical features that airy feelings do greet,
in the forms and works of the super models the artist calls “cuties.”

The viewer sees tortured twisted poses like Picasso’s mind,
discovering how beauty doth captivate and bind,
grimaces crack haunting gazes,
the old ideas,
flips of hair,
the splay of limbs on a stair,
a glossy display on magazine pages, oh, the outrages,
framing an expression of “I don’t care.”
Hence, resting bitch face, leather and lace.

An artist’s passion razes traditions,
Disturbing the onslaught of greedy eyes, which graze on social media posts,
disgusted models admired, better than being fired,
while hosts pocket the most,
Subjects devoid of all-natural flaws,
immortalized in false portraits sustaining a perfection most fleeting,
reflecting on an age that was the soul’s domain,
Paradise lost was the industry’s cost,
you know…
that old, old refrain,
the whole of beauty,

If you don’t like it,
you can turn the page.

Published by: frankmarquezwritings

I'm a writer, and have been for most of my adult life. Without making this sound like a resume, I wrote creatively in college, dabbling in poetry, short stories and play writing. Later, I became a journalist, public affairs specialist, copy editor and eventually a guy who ran his own newspaper. Now, I'm back to letting my imagination run wild in some new creations including a science-fiction novel. Somehow, I also managed to teach English to high school kids, and roam the battlefields of Afghanistan as a field historian. Field historian may be a misnomer considering all I did was write abstracts summarizing military unit profiles and missions that included hundreds of interviews of troops and contractors in combat. I grew up in a small town called Gering, Nebraska, before escaping to Pomona, California, where I spent my last two years of high school, graduating from Ganesha High School in 1983. I have a Bachelors in English from the University of La Verne (1987), and a Masters in Education from UNLV (2007). In between, I worked for government - the Army and TSA. I served tours in Panama, D.C., and Tokyo, all thanks to a teacher who encouraged me to see the world before I settled down. As hobbies, I run, hike and bicycle long distances. I have also been known to surf and ski. I now live in my hometown after moving back in June 2015. I get to see family on a regular basis, breath fresh air, and not have to ride the D.C. metro or get stuck in traffic. In fact, I ride my bicycle whenever I can. I'm happily married to my wife Lisa, and we watch over a pack of fur babies, our dog Charley, and three cats Spike, Bootsy, and Franky (his shelter name). If you should ever visit me in west Nebraska, be prepared to feast your eyes on paradise.

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