Wednesday, August 10, 2011

 

Poetry Cavalcade 28: Atlanta



There was this still moment
I see my Dad painting
A moment in time
That's truer than true.

Of course it's Atlanta
Because place, it does matter
The figure leans forward,
Another responds.

Nature, as written:
An aspen leaf falls
The shape of a seal
The figure leans forward
The ghost enters in.

Comments:
I really like this one. Yes, place matters. It's essential to good poetry.
 
I want to see that painting! Was your dad working on it at Osler Island?
 
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