M.C. Escher, Puddle, 1952
Woodcut in Black, Green, and Brown
Printed from Three Blocks
Water, Earth, Sky
Let's be realistic and just admit
we see at least three things
differently. You fear traveling
the road unpaved, sullied soles
treading opposite my own set
direction. I pray to a round-faced
moon sky-jumping Corsican pines
turned upside down in the arc
of the last fevered night carved
out before morning's sharper light.
You liken a puddle a thing easy
to ford; I say be careful, the shallow
can be so deceiving. You mirror
what tracks to every imprinted clue.
I risk what's unseen from the edge,
open up only after the fall begins.
© 2012 Maureen E. Doallas
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This poem is my response to today's photo prompt at Magpie Tales. Anyone may participate. Go here to drop your link and to read other contributors' poems.
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8 comments:
They say opposites attract and meld together well. Lovely piece.
Yes the shallow can be so very deceiving...
All things are different through another's eyes and heart...delightful piece!
I enjoyed the play of differing attitudes after the same goal. Thank you for sharing this, Maureen. =D
Intensely visual. Sharply drawn. Describes the difference in the way I and my wife see the world. She is, of course, much wiser and usually on safer ground.
I really like your take on the prompt, Maureen... especially the ending.
Love that you spied the moon among the pines ... thoroughly enjoyable write!!
I pray to a round-faced
moon sky-jumping Corsican pines
turned upside down in the arc
Lovely write... but that is especially lovely. I think it needs a painting :)
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