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| Faun, Horse, and Bird, 1936 Pablo Picasso |
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'
Your tercet at the end makes me smile. I understand that feeling.
ReplyDeletelove the last two lines!
ReplyDeleteoooh, I am mingling with the vision - let me be. So cool! Love it!
ReplyDeleteI too, love those final lines. Good to be reading you again,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
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A train? That would really take the surreal to the ultra! What did you make of the setting?
ReplyDeleteYou really gave life to the painting! Brilliant.
ReplyDeleteAlways great to see you in Poetry Pantry!Mervity 1140
Yikes, the word verification made its way into my response.
ReplyDeleteMervity...
Do you really feel you need this? It is an extra step for anyone, and sometimes I just give up.
Macabre I would agree!
ReplyDelete..and so it shall be, but is that what her heart really wants?
ReplyDeleteWell, you were obviously looking...
ReplyDelete"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.
ReplyDeleteThe 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.
ReplyDeleteGosh. Beauty. Right now this lives with me only in images. I will return to try to understand "the tiny stretch".
ReplyDeleteVisions need to be mingled with...
ReplyDeleteThis, 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.
ReplyDeleteI am mingling with the vision... this can evoke a variety of meanings, scenes. Some of them are wondrous. Some, terrifying.
ReplyDeleteim 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..
ReplyDelete*never wrote on the wall
ReplyDeleteVery thought provoking piece.
ReplyDeleteGood one and great ending
ReplyDeletenicely done and thanks for sharing
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely. It really does give one pause to think.
ReplyDeleteYour poem personifies Picasso's art so beautifully.
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ReplyDeleteEnd tells all. Let me be!
ReplyDeleteI always love the sound of a distant train.
ReplyDeleteExcellent response to Picasso's picture.
K
Very interesting poem. I read it several time. Paired with the painting..even more interesting.
ReplyDelete"words you never wrote on the walls", that stich/line got me. Jumped of the page. This poem is something made of beauty.
ReplyDeleteFor 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.
ReplyDeleteYes...that invisible graffiti...wonderful take...
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