Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Perception (Poem)

Oil on Canvas, 48"x 58"
Used with Artist's Permission


You hold night tight
in the starred-less sky,

Harvest Moon pressing
its face into the black velvet

curtain. In enough light
we could shade our differences.

Come morning, look over
the blues rippling a mile

out from shore and tell me
where you draw the line,

straight and unerring.

© 2012 Maureen E. Doallas 

This is the second poem inspired by Staszek's painting Blue; you will find the first, "Invoking Blue", at TweetSpeakPoetry, the T.S. Poetry Press blog, where the poem and image appeared in June as part of the ongoing "Image-ine" series.


Peggy Rosenthal said...

Have been reading this one over & over. I'm especially drawn to "In enough light
we could shade our differences" --I think because of the abysmally divisive political scene in our country. I'm thinking: with the light of open hearts & minds & good will, we could perhaps shade some of those differences.

Kathleen said...

Wonderful congruence between poem and painting.

Interesting, that "starred-less"! I love the tiny thud of "d" in the middle!

Kristina said...

I love the sound, the feel of this one.

Claudia said...

what i like in paintings like this is that they leave so much room for us to fill it with our own imagination and dive beyond the artist's mind..really like what you saw in it maureen

hedgewitch said...

An indigo mood, with stripes of light, and a fluid meld of nature and observer, of feeling and being that's difficult to express, like writing on wind, yet strongly evocative. Lovely, nuanced, and satisfying, Maureen.

Louise Gallagher said...

Oh wow -- definitely me too -- love the feel of this one

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

This piece invites re-reading--beautifully done!

S. Etole said...

I read this earlier and had to return and read it again. Your words always leave me pondering.

Brian Miller said...

in enough light we could shade our difference...and show me where you draw the line....my two fav part of this maureen....

jen revved said...

exquisite, Maureen-- this makes me think about how we struggle to articulate a sense of the infinite, see permanence in the impermanent-- I too love your diction-- starred-less, Harvest Moon burying her face-- those layers of blue stretching away, so simple-seeming yet such depth of field. The ranges of our mountains, which you can see from a nearby rise, are like that-- you wonder why each is a different blue...xxxj

Anonymous said...

oh i can't stand it...those words harvest moon! summer summer summer don't go!