Sunday, March 22, 2015

Picasso's Eye




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. ...






22 comments:

  1. 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! ♥

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  2. excellent eye and words for this image ( no pun intended ).

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  3. little extra bit of acting this go round. He was really into this one. haha I love that

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  4. great imagination...enjoy reading !

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  5. I like everything about the last line: the images it conjures, the way it makes my tongue move, the sounds it produces; lovely.

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  6. You are, as always, unstoppable.

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  7. Poetry lives in a tree, in our minds, in the very air we breathe. Hi Tess!

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  8. What goes on outside the window can have a defining effect in our emotions. How true it is Tess!

    Hank

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  9. Yes, I spotted the eye too but didn't know whose it was. Now it has taken on a new meaning...

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  10. Ooh...I love the moody imagery here of the passage of the seasons

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  11. Favoring 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.

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  12. I really love how you pulled me into that image within the image.. A dream within a dream..

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  13. nice lines, and i learnt a new word

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  14. Far 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 ...

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  15. Aye! Aye! Another cracker, Tess!

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  16. Some special lines:

    under chlorophyll eyelids,
    dark spring rain.

    scries wet kisses in leaves,
    with flop of roses,
    gentle thrust of trees.

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  17. 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)

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  18. Being close to nature feels refreshing :-)

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  19. I 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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