–a poem based on a painting
Because it is stitched on my face,
that is the reason I am still smiling.
Somewhere there are lilies blooming.
Somewhere the sacred chambers of nautilus.
Somewhere there are lullabies.
But here? How did the calendar
get cut into strips? Even Monday
and Tuesday have gotten a divorce.
The writing’s on the wall, but no one
can read it, they’re too busy shouting.
What is it they’re trying to say? All
of them making their mouths bigger,
as if that is the secret to being right.
I am grateful these big floppy ears can’t hear.
If my eyes were not yarn, I would cry.
I can’t believe the facets of thought your mind pulls out of a painting…. This poem has one after another surprise for me, and my appreciation and admiration are deeply felt.
awww, thanks Carol. I am enjoying ekphrastic writing more than ever. Yesterday I had the chance to have an artist in one of my workshops write about her own work. What struck me was that she was so willing to ask questions about her work, had so much curiosity about it instead of a knowingness. It was so deeply refreshing what a beautiful example of letting our work teach us, of being in service to our art
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