Picasso's
eye is lodged
in
the sugar maple,
like
a scuttled vessel
brooding
in the limbs.
It
no longer dispenses
late
night wisdom,
early
morning insight,
from
the perch outside my room.
The
all-knowing stare
becomes
reluctant
under
chlorophyll eyelids,
dark
spring rain.
My
psyche's new caretaker
scries
wet kisses in leaves,
with
flop of roses,
gentle
thrust of trees.
tk/March 2015
Sumptuous read by R.A.D. ...
It's always nice to clean out the ole' closet in spring! (Not only did I enjoy this write the image was so much fun to do!) In the third stanza I can just see that face with those eyes. He was one of the lucky one's to be famous while having the camera's eye. Enjoy your week Tess! ♥
ReplyDeleteexcellent eye and words for this image ( no pun intended ).
ReplyDeletelittle extra bit of acting this go round. He was really into this one. haha I love that
ReplyDeletegreat imagination...enjoy reading !
ReplyDeleteNice one, Tess!
ReplyDeleteI like everything about the last line: the images it conjures, the way it makes my tongue move, the sounds it produces; lovely.
ReplyDeleteYou are, as always, unstoppable.
ReplyDeletePoetry lives in a tree, in our minds, in the very air we breathe. Hi Tess!
ReplyDeleteWhat goes on outside the window can have a defining effect in our emotions. How true it is Tess!
ReplyDeleteHank
Yes, I spotted the eye too but didn't know whose it was. Now it has taken on a new meaning...
ReplyDeleteOoh...I love the moody imagery here of the passage of the seasons
ReplyDeleteFavoring your lines, brooding in the limbs, dark spring rain, scries wet kisses, through your images, I also feel the weeping of its branches, and twisted trunk.
ReplyDeleteI really love how you pulled me into that image within the image.. A dream within a dream..
ReplyDeletenice lines, and i learnt a new word
ReplyDeleteFar from scuttling my vessel , this really floats my boat ...though the Captain is fond of the odd drop of chlorophyll ..... An ancient seabed , i hadnt thought of that ...
ReplyDeleteAye! Aye! Another cracker, Tess!
ReplyDeleteSome special lines:
ReplyDeleteunder chlorophyll eyelids,
dark spring rain.
scries wet kisses in leaves,
with flop of roses,
gentle thrust of trees.
Lovely-- I think Picasso's eye may well prefer that wet/green view to a spot above your room! (Though maybe not--depends what's happening in the room, I guess.) Thanks, Tess--a very cool poem. k. (Manicdddaily)
ReplyDeleteAwesome ... nature is poetic
ReplyDeleteBeing close to nature feels refreshing :-)
ReplyDeleteI don't see an eye. I see a man, standing, facing to the left, with his arm outstretched to a woman, who is seated with her body facing us but her face turned towards him. She is wearing a dress with a long skirt.
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