Sunday, March 17, 2013

edging fires

Faun, Horse, and Bird, 1936
Pablo Picasso 
of all the places
I find you here
master of clandestine trysts
words you never wrote on the walls
why I find those in that street?
faint sounds of a train in the background
create a surreal atmosphere
I march towards the edge
do I see a change in your stance?
no one can share that tiny stretch
it's out there somewhere

"faces in the macabre will not allow me to die
I am mingling with the vision
just let me be'

30 comments:

brenda w said...

Your tercet at the end makes me smile. I understand that feeling.

Kathe W. said...

love the last two lines!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

oooh, I am mingling with the vision - let me be. So cool! Love it!

instruments-of-survival-ii said...

I too, love those final lines. Good to be reading you again,

Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2013/03/17/instruments-of-survival-ii/

Stafford Ray said...

A train? That would really take the surreal to the ultra! What did you make of the setting?

Mary said...

You really gave life to the painting! Brilliant.

Always great to see you in Poetry Pantry!Mervity 1140

Mary said...

Yikes, the word verification made its way into my response.

Mervity...

Do you really feel you need this? It is an extra step for anyone, and sometimes I just give up.

izzy said...

Macabre I would agree!

Karen S. said...

..and so it shall be, but is that what her heart really wants?

Stan Ski said...

Well, you were obviously looking...

sage said...

"faint sound of a train in the background..." that's a image that always catches me. You set a nice introspective mood with your words.

oldegg said...

The quest for immortality is unending. Artists and writers are on the right track that is why we hear the faint sound of the train. You words always enthrall.

Susan said...

Gosh. Beauty. Right now this lives with me only in images. I will return to try to understand "the tiny stretch".

Jinksy said...

Visions need to be mingled with...

Mixi said...

This, to me, brings visions of a woman walking in the misty night, everything unclear and with fuzzy edges, the seen may not be real and reality remains unseen.... spooky and mysterious, with a touch of the macabre, elegantly conveyed.

Kim Nelson said...

I am mingling with the vision... this can evoke a variety of meanings, scenes. Some of them are wondrous. Some, terrifying.

asteria's canvass said...

im glad i came across your poem.. N my favorite line was the words you wrote on the wall why i find them in streets.. Metaphorical..

asteria's canvass said...

*never wrote on the wall

McGuffy Ann said...

Very thought provoking piece.

Cathy said...

Good one and great ending

Wayne Pitchko said...

nicely done and thanks for sharing

razzamadazzle said...

This is lovely. It really does give one pause to think.

The Write Girl said...

Your poem personifies Picasso's art so beautifully.

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Harshad Mehta said...

End tells all. Let me be!

Kay L. Davies said...

I always love the sound of a distant train.
Excellent response to Picasso's picture.
K

Sabra Bowers said...

Very interesting poem. I read it several time. Paired with the painting..even more interesting.

emmett wheatfall said...

"words you never wrote on the walls", that stich/line got me. Jumped of the page. This poem is something made of beauty.

Victoria said...

For me, this poem had much of the same quality as Picasso's art. The title gives a clue and then the feeling emanates through without being overly specific.

Tess Kincaid said...

Yes...that invisible graffiti...wonderful take...