Ekphrasis

To make the silent image talk, and give the painting some legs to walk.

Words are the shading color, making imagination more fuller.

For here is the witty, surreal impression, that pulls the mind into the literal session.

The image ask for more nuances, a closer look provides alliances.

The word so often misunderstood and old liar, that can set the canvas on fire.

Painting they often say very little or nothing, words takes images into depth of something.

How to describe the color red and why, the bleeding woman not always has a reason to cry.

The painting is perfectly content, until the poet came, with good intent.

"Her eyes hold centuries of sorrow," there will be another dress for tomorrow.

What the inner eye can see is profound, and where words shape it loud.

This is the profound heist of ekphrasis,  the eye sees, but the tongue makes the basis.

The image is and the word means, the image stops you for a moment, whereas the word convenes.

We cannot look without telling a tale, we cannot see a ship without setting sail.

A vase on a table is never just a vase, it's loneliness, it's mother, it's grace.

Ekphrasis is translation without permission, a trespass of other dimensions.

The painter froze a moment to make it last, the writer thaws it very fast.

And in that thaw, surreal and deep, who is dreaming, who is asleep?

Does the painting dream it is being read, or does the poem dream it painted instead?

In the end, ekphrasis proves this glitch,  to see is to speak, to speak is to stitch.

A second world upon the first, and the quench of images for word-thirst.

To speak or write very vivid, paints experienced images to the story visited.