POETRY FEATURING FRANK MOTHS ART WORK

This is the launch of a new category on my blog. I think I'd name it " The poem per art series" what do you think?
I have been deeply moved and inspired by a lot of amazing art lately so I decided to let you explore this beauty with me.
The poetry is not an attempt to explain the artwork. This will just be me writing whatever poetry came to me when I looked at the artwork.

Today we will be looking at the awesomeness of Frank moth. His whole collection tells you about the future in a tone that still holds the past as valid. It's unexplainable and retrograde in a way that is still progressing. I love the vintage vibe Frank moth displays in his artwork.

Frank moths bio 

Frank Moth, a self-taught digital collage artist with his other half. He has been designing for many years before the alias “Frank Moth” was born in 2014. He tries to create nostalgic postcards from the future, in the search for eternity 

Current city: Veria, Northern Greece
Clients: Bullitt Hotel Dublin, Stanford University, Estrella Street Food Greece, Electric Litany 

A DISPLAY OF FRANK MOTHS ARTWORK AND MY POETRY

ORCHID 

Dear girl with coco skin and silver 

Uneasy lies the head that 

bears a garden of thoughts 

A crown cannot be as heavy 

As a bouquet of uncertainties 

Deeply rooted in the mind 

 When the body bears something

That is  both pain and passion 

It is bound to explode into 

Something loud 

A time bomb or maybe even fireworks 

Anything to give the world a warning 

To tell it that it is futile to bury 

 Dreams and thoughts 

No matter how unsure they are

Because you  can't bury a

 Potential seedling and except 

 it to just decay 

Dear girl with coco skin and silver 

That which fingers your mind to aspiration 

Is a bright sunshine yellow 

A living green 

A divine white to 

Remind you how important 

the voices in your head are

Dear girl with coco skin and silver 

Even if your growth is tamed 

 Slow-paced or weird 

Remember that butterflies don't perch 

On gloomy flowers 

Yours is something new to be witnessed

A thing nature announces 

So much so flying creatures perch on

To see for themselves and tell the tale 

The world is sustained by diversity 

Not uniformity 

So dear girl with coco skin and silver 

Sprout in the only way you know-how

It is the world's duty to revolve and adjust 

Not yours.

LISTEN

Be still and know
Your ears were created with an
 opening capable of sieving,
A mighty sound collector
That can expel and retain
Yet you are not utilizing it?
They tell you how to move
Live, eat, use your body
And you absorb it like
 foam to soapy water?
No!
Your eardrums can go silent
 To the talking and
 drumming of negativity
Who gave the stereo the audacity to blast without your approval

Be still and know
That the moving your destiny is tied to
Your listening
What background music do you want playing for your future
The naysaying of the past
The downplaying opinions of present talkers
Or the quietness of your god feeling
Sieve!

Be still and know
That your ears are the
greatest sound instrument
One ironic enough
to hear without listening
Let their banter be mere letters
dropping in out of your ears
Never let it be strong enough to
Become a word you don't need

Be still and know
That you cannot see the rainbow
Without first listening to the sound of the rain

                 SLEEPLESS PILLOW 

They say all you do is dream 

That you imagine a lot 

That you talk about the mountains 

You will move 

When you haven't even gone up a hill

They say you are just a dozer 

A common bedfellow 

So you crawl and lay on

 your sleepless pillow 

And instead of dreaming 

Have a nightmare 

Here's my advice to you dreamer 

Don't wake up

For you will never know if dreams 

Come true if you don't dream about it 

When they mock you again 

Tell them that the nations

 you are building 

Cannot be understood by men

 with earthly genes 

Tell them that shutting your eyes 

Is not to rest your mind 

Tell them it is only to collect 

Enough blueprints to rule mankind 

Dreamer 

It's okay to dream 

But just don't take too long to wake up 

Because wonderland may soon become neverland.

    

                 EVERY WOMAN 

When they call you ordinary woman 

With the normalcy on their tongue 

Forgive them 

It is not easy to

Pronounce mother of the universe

Bearer of dynasties 

Carrier of earthen vessels 

godmother of fathers 

In one moving of the tongue 

When they call you weaker vessel

With their physical strength in display 

Enlighten them 

Your model is not a thing to be 

Understood by beings who think 

With muscles and biceps 

Teach them that during creation 

It was not the able-bodied

 that were sought after 

That the savior did not need testosterone 

To be birthed  

When they deny you a seat at the table

Remind them that a curator like you 

Doesn't need their furniture to be recognized 

Ask them where they were when 

You signed the contract with divinity 

To bring lives into Earth

Tell them that you don't need a seat 

When your whole being is a citadel! 

Then finally take that seat 

Because you can and 

When your body has been used as a passage

Mere passengers cannot deny you wood.

MORE OF FRANK MOTHS ARTWORK

If you read up to this point you are a mastermind. So do you like frank moth? Did you like my poetry? Which one is your favorite? Do you think I should continue with this series? I'd like to know what you think of the artwork itself and then the poetry. Cheers!