Surely you saw it, too, the sky.
It was there all day. Blue and bluer
and sometimes clouds, big clouds,
giant white ones that shifted
from horse to accordion to rocketship.
You saw different things, I am sure,
could label them anchor, racket, tree.
Things change seems to be the lesson,
or perhaps it was something about perspective,
though isn’t it just like the mind
to look for a lesson.
Title here is a good twist on an old term — Still Life with…
The way this one starts catches hold of me, and scurries down the page so nicely shape-shifting, then gets to that wonderful line,
“or perhaps it was something about perspective,
though isn’t it just like the mind
to look for a lesson.”
I want the poem to stop there, just like the clouds that shift, you find your lesson then reject it for another image, the line above. What follows tries to explain what is so eloquently left standing alone. Really. Just think about it. Such a fine ending, to leave the reader looking for the lesson.
Nice pic again.