I
knew this painting once
I
knew its brush strokes
and
colors
its
subject and theme,
its
history,
its
statement (bold)
(insistent)
(demanding)
I
knew this painting once
hanging
in its predestined place
accepting
the somber stares
it
was owed (tears)
I
no longer know this painting.
I
sit in a graveyard
my
back to the sun
and talk to inscriptions
on the stones.
Photograph: Abstract Gravestones by John
Luty via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
2 comments:
Talking to inscriptions...wow.
Hauntingly beautiful . . .
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