Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
"Morning Fog"
Morning Fog
I raise my arm as if applying
a few chunky brushstrokes of Payne's Gray
to a bashful sunrise and watery clouds
slash vertical strokes for the masts,
horizontal brush for skyline and waves,
find myself framed within a muted Cezanne.
How would he paint me?
Dreamily distant, stoically serious,
or a temptress beside river's edge?
Perhaps he'd use artistic license,
add Mont Sainte Victoire; allow me
How would he paint me?
Dreamily distant, stoically serious,
or a temptress beside river's edge?
Perhaps he'd use artistic license,
add Mont Sainte Victoire; allow me
the same freedom before morning's fog lifts.
by Margaret Bednar, March 24, 2015
This is for "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Tuesday Platform." I wrote this in ten minutes, trying to just respond to the image I took early one morning while in St. Augustine, FL. Not sure if this is a completed poem or one that is "in the works".
by Margaret Bednar, March 24, 2015
This is for "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Tuesday Platform." I wrote this in ten minutes, trying to just respond to the image I took early one morning while in St. Augustine, FL. Not sure if this is a completed poem or one that is "in the works".
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