A Wednesday Poem (For A Young Man In Need Of Color) Following my eyes I keep leading myself to intersections: A rich oasis nestled in the hollow between scrub-mowed corn fields A stream running below a shallow arc in the road A flat horizon pulled taught across an expanse of deep clay suspended within the body of this lake a mustard invitation to the promise of green a red crescent drawn below the eye of a fish out of water… Color found at the edges of things
The color here reads beautifully... the atmosphere is charged by the colors (I am trusting my screen although the calibration may not be dead on: a leap of faith). I am seeing the dense space of the yellows as framing the deep space behind the standing figure in the foreground...
ReplyDeletea sense of apparitions-not solid