Asleep on the black trunk,
Blowing like a leaf in green shadow.
|Nude Woman Reclining|
Vincent Van Gogh (1887)
If Spring held back, too trepidatious,
there would be no tomorrow
no end to this dull shroud-surrounded day –
in which I stepped out to walk the corridors
where people meet and ply their trade.
I felt like I had no place for myself in my body
though it behaved admirably
and even had a nod and a smile for strangers –
How does my soulless self look to you?
I asked a withered woman.
She smiled, quite shy, and assured me
she was not yet fifty but her eyes slid
from mine as if the glare were too bright –
My soul belongs to you, and this they do not know.
I hold nothing from your mouth, hands, eyes
and, yes, the past is long lost, maybe even redemption,
for who may enter heaven bereft of soul –
but I would give that up for another day
to feel you make love to my true name.
Marian is hosting The Tuesday Platform in the Imaginary Garden. She suggested a 5 line poem featuring three colours but James Wright did it in 3. However, this gave me the opportunity to read more of Wright's poetry, which I am finding extremely inspiring.
The photographic art work I had originally included with my post is under copyright. It is entitled Union Libre (Poem by Andre Breton Embossed in Braille on A Photograph) by Leon Ferrari and may be viewed HERE.
And a reading...