Poetic Journal Year 166 B.E.

166.37* Collage

Collage

after Hopper?

Buds that bloom.
Cocoons that open.
A willow-weep
now freed of winter's sorrow.

Under lens
we see our homes
of wood, of sand and mud,
beautiful or fallow.

Revealed beneath the microscope
our blind eyes open
see the souls that dwell within
as bones reveal their marrow,

a drift of leaves and yellow wings
tube petals of a red hot poker,
abstract collage of favorite things
we stole or borrowed.

© 2009 Kåre Enga [166.37] 2009-04-18

Note: based on a collage that was based on a painting whose name I still do not know.