Seated bather
Sat beside Picasso
(Still life with a bottle of Marc)
Ponderous beauty
Without an obvious way to enter
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Seated bather
Sat beside Picasso
(Still life with a bottle of Marc)
Ponderous beauty
Without an obvious way to enter
Curved, straight, geometric-cone
Sphere, ball, smoother stone
All identity removed
All emotion removed
Stood still; upright and straight
Defiant
Reds, browns, yellows, oranges, greens
Cream, did you say cream
These were your colours were they Z-B?
Modigliani, Matisse, Alexander Archipenko
Auguste Rodin, Rodin did you say
And these were your eminent contemporaries Z-B?
I step sideways besides a Giacometti
Forwards, there a Pablo Picasso; TĂȘte de Femme
Sideways Giacometti, straight ahead Pablo Picasso
Slow down, stand back, take a breath
At the entrance, on the wall - a self portrait
The pastel chiselled features of a most attractive younger man
A short life, she the second part of your name
A woman almost twice your age, such life in a short life
Home thoughts from abroad, in your own self portrait
Context: Your contemporaries live forever
Pretext: The war came, you never…
Cut it straight
Point out the detail
Turn the corner
Sharp
The war is upon us
Watch the video-poem here: https://youtu.be/CLBGpGtgPr4?si=S7w2tXyRsHEanJAh
If ever
One
If ever
Two together
One
If ever
To treasure untethered
Two if ever
One
Together
One
If ever
Together with love