Half Empty
A. S. Patric
The kind of man
who sees evil portents and is undone
like flying shoelaces, and stumbling blackbirds
who drains half empty glasses, and then witnesses
in the empty glass an unbearable symbol of optimism
So, as promised, this is my Monday poem. Part of the Anonymous Series if you’re just tuning in. The art is by one of my favourite painters, Jean-Michel Basquiat. I can’t tell you how much I love embracing his art with my words. You might think I write after I’ve been inspired by him, but it ain’t the case. I just always manage to find a perfect Basquiat for what I’m reaching for in these fragments.
Basquiat has appeared twice to me today. Odd how new themes and words find ways to plant themselves in consciousness. Fabulous poem, Patric. It is ringing a bell that I can't quite put my finger on.
ReplyDeleteIt's that 'unbearable' I think, right at the base of the word pyramid but it flicks out into optimism. Very cool. I like ekphrasia too, it comes in and out of fashion but done well like this it creates real ponderation.
ReplyDeleteLoving this series Alec - you need to slam them all in a row, like presenting a cast. Will be in contact tomorrow. I got plans.
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