Morris Graves (1910-2001)
Waking, Walking, Singing in the Next Dimension, 1979
Watercolor and Tempera on Paper
The Clarity of White Noise
I tried to paint a line
of bird song, listening
for chatter I could hum
through a wash of darkness
in the mountains, beyond
star-thrown light. I heard
a wheel track of shape-shifting
rainbow tones, their gray notes
shimmering like tiny pearls
on my necklace of sound.
The scrim over moon's own
chalky face lifted with urgency
of need to hear, its inner eye
cued to the clarity of white noise.
© 2013 Maureen E. Doallas
This poem is my response to today's photo prompt today at Tess Kincaid's Magpie Tales (see the image above of Morris Graves's gorgeous painting). The opening line ("I tried to paint a line of bird song" is taken from a Graves quote found here.
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