She was once a blank canvas
In 6th street, a naked wall
One day was touched by an artist
An aesthete, who stained her soul
On her porous bricks he painted
A message hidden with every stroke
In his masterpiece, she bask in glory
To its comforting scent enthralled
But like all graffiti, the writings faded
A love story ended and tossed
Trash caught in growing weeds
Hid the crumbling wall
This is another late post for our Writing 101: Poetry last December 2015. Prompt 8 is a courtesy of writer & photographer Andy of belgradestreets. Graffiti always reminds me of my friend’s ex who is a member of a famed graffiti crew here in Cebu. Their love story was pretty much of a graffiti on the wall, bold and vibrant, until time passed then the writings faded- and so were their feelings.
Day 8: Graffiti
Graffiti: art, or vandalism? It sometimes seems every flat surface is someone’s canvas. Trains with spray-painted carriages trundle past graffiti-adorned buildings and rattle through illustrated tunnels.
Are you, like me, often inspired by the creativity and audacity of the artist? Or are you outraged by a perceived assault on public decency? Is graffiti a valid means of self-expression for those without a voice, or just the random scribbling of people with nothing better to do? For today’s poem, reflect on what graffiti means to you. Tell the story of a particularly memorable wall. Quote a powerful example of graffiti you’d seen (and feel free to share an image, if you’d like). Or write the poem as if it were itself splashed, for all to see, against the largest wall in town.
January 23, 2016 at 1:44 am
Beautiful poem and very interesting footnote!
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January 23, 2016 at 10:30 am
Thanks PJ. Some love stories do end to open a more beautiful one. They’re now both happy with each other’s loved ones. 🙂 🙂
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January 23, 2016 at 10:37 am
That’s different! But as long as they are both happy! 😀
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January 25, 2016 at 10:15 am
Oh. This is such a great piece, Maria. Your words are truly alive. You personified the wall in such a vivid way! 😀
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January 25, 2016 at 12:30 pm
YAY! Thanks a lot, glad you liked it. 😀 This does came from a true story (which I’m still bitter about). Haha
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January 25, 2016 at 2:26 pm
Uh oh. Sounds like… a letter??? The third last letter of the English alphabet? 😀
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January 25, 2016 at 4:06 pm
Ha! You got it- but not mine (thank heavens!) XD
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January 25, 2016 at 4:25 pm
Ooooh!!! I thought it was yours! 😀
That letter! That letter! HAHA
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January 25, 2016 at 5:08 pm
Haha. I’m not sure if I should be happy to say that I’ve never had that letter! XD
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January 25, 2016 at 5:43 pm
Hmm. I am not sure, too, because sometimes, it is better that you don’t have that letter, cause your first may be your last two! 😀
That’s more kilig! 😀 HAHA
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January 25, 2016 at 10:56 am
I think it depends on the creator’s talent, intent, and skill. A scribble for the sake of detaching something beautiful? Vandalism. A scribble over a segregation sign? An act of heroism. A moustache on the Monaco Lisa? Art… But only the first time.
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