Abstraction

by Poet on the Piano   Jan 20, 2013


Scratched walls resemble the ocean
once tainted by a monsoon,
you calmed.

I'm not sure if this is my mind's diction
or if I am really inside the painting
of your eyes...beholding a door thrust
open because bones had to be
bended.

There are no evident footsteps, just
circles lightly caressing the settled
dust. You were once an alchemist here-
I see the planks. Again, I'm not sure why,
but they catch my attention like you were
trying to build a harbor for your thoughts.

If we were to collect this sand,
smooth it onto our hair and lose
ourselves underneath it,
would I be able to be unearthed?

Or do these coarse beryl walls hide more
than my senses can unravel?

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Written 1/19/13 at 6:51 pm
Inspired by this photo:http://pinterest.com/pin/262616221990725571/

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  • 11 years ago

    by CathyButterflyJC

    I really liked this poem, it has so much power, it really speaks to people, I like the way you made this poem, it is a great poem

  • 11 years ago

    by L

    This piece is abstract, but I like it.
    The picture is a good one as well,

    My favorite stanza was this one:

    There are no evident footsteps, just
    circles lightly caressing the settled
    dust. You were once an alchemist here-
    I see the planks. Again, I'm not sure why,
    but they catch my attention like you were
    trying to build a harbor for your thoughts.

    I felt like you were really in the painting, like you were seeing what you described here in the eyes of that someone. It expressed to me that this someone has the power to calm violent weathers, and in case, he/she can't, he/she tries to look for a safe place to stay. I think that this room in the picture is that safe place.

    Perhaps, the monsoon were the thoughts of this someone. And when the thoughts final reached a conclusion, this someone was able to calmed them.

    On second thoughts,... I thought this someone was trapped in this room were a he/she had a violent burst of thoughts, scratched the walls... and finally reached a point where he/she could be calmed. The last question makes me wonder.. that perhaps those walls do hide something more and that perhaps I am over thinking lol.

    this is an interesting piece.