My Rhapsodic Rhythm by Vacen Taylor featured in the Abstract call of @artascent
is an abstract poem. Let’s begin with understanding abstraction.
Anything abstract often exists in thought or having no particular concrete existence or reality. However, when abstraction is used in art it will not attempt to duplicate reality but rather seeks to achieve its abstract with shapes, texture, tone, atmosphere or colours. Let me explain how I created this poem that was selected and published in Art Ascent. The first layer of abstraction started with the conceptual background of the poem which is the subject, rhapsodic rhythm. This concept is about the intangible, untouchable rhythm that each of us may find if we listen to the vibration of self. Through meditation, relaxation or simply from quietly listening to one’s own human blood drum.
Oceans, they're deep, and yet they can be shallow.
So I assume I have capacity to be somewhat the same.
And if the ocean could be two opposing things, why could I not be the same?
Though you see, the ocean, overall, it's restless, crashing, and lurching, and shifting and such, the sheer power it holds leaves us breathless.
So, I think some more, and I consider that maybe the ocean and I, we are more similar than I had thought to consider, writhing and twisting from contending with this contradiction.. And today I look at the sea a bit differently, I feel a sense of compassion, for being both deep and shallow is a disorienting thing, and to contend with it is something I can't manage.
This was an agonizingly difficult chapter to write, ever since I sketched it out a couple of years ago. One of the risks with conveying sentiment is being “over-sentimental,” but I feel confident I avoided that. I generally fall in love with all my characters and want them to be as real as life. I’ll miss these two.
Perhaps I am water’s kindred
in every way I mold myself
to become what’s desirable
for the heart I wish to claim
I could stand frozen
when exposed to the arctic winter
and melt away
in the heat
of a summer afternoon
I dance my way
in any shape
inside the receptacle
I’m poured into
for a small touch of approval
while I exist inside this bottle
I could be anything
I wanted to be
My gifts after all,
are inherent as the raging sea
Yet out of all the wild in the universe,
Love was the only thing that wrecked me
Ever so, willingly