Still Life
I saw an old painting
…and the master’s hand
Was a tunnel to history.
In each speckled, earth-toned quadrant
I could see life as lived
by the subject,
And I understood their voices,
Fragmented by time
…four hundred years later.
Today I hiked the woods
Aflame with the master’s palette
Colors now as they were then,
The tone of earth
…I was still,
The world was still
And life was just as I remembered it.
photochick commented on Still Life
09-02-2009
09/04/2009
To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Movement/Stan ding Still |
0 | 08/10/2011 |
| Margins | 0 | 10/12/2010 |
| ALONE | 1 | 10/11/2010 |
| Cold World | 1 | 10/11/2010 |
| Mona Lisa | 1 | 10/11/2010 |
| TWO SIDES | 0 | 10/11/2010 |
| REAL | 0 | 05/16/2010 |
| THE MUSE | 0 | 04/13/2010 |
| Living In a Liquid Word | 1 | 08/12/2009 |
| Still Life | 1 | 08/06/2009 |
| The Sensation of Speed | 1 | 08/06/2009 |
| OLD MEN CAN TIME TRAVEL | 0 | 08/06/2009 |
| A Coiled Knot | 0 | 08/05/2009 |
| ARC OF THE ARROW | 1 | 08/05/2009 |
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