Chiaroscuro
Five o'clock. The bright interiors
of freight forwarders' warehouses
framed in the dusk like a Rembrandt nativity
on an old postage stamp. No camels.
No baby. Planes overhead. Men with forklifts,
ordinarily wise, load cargoes
for distant lands. A single soft flake
lands on my windscreen.
The evening's first star
grows brighter in the sky.
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- She tried hard to be like the others/she struggled to catch a ball/she never quite managed a cartwheel/after much practice she stood on her head./When she grew up she turned to science/she thought she would turn the world upside down/after a while she realised that the world had stayed in its proper place all along/and she was still standing on her head.
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15 comments:
A neat example of your ability to wonderfully link the grand in with the small. Love it.
Of course, you're in New Zealand, I felt a real chill reading this, then saw the piece underneath with its snow and understood! I like the Rembrandt nativity on an old postage stamp.
All those nouns and fragments make this very evocative. Lovely.
You do a wonderful job arranging a scene of modern life, yet alluding to the timelessness of nature, light, the stars.
I like the brevity of the phrases in this piece and 'ordinarily wise' is an excellent phrase
an everyday ocurrence wrapped in the beauty of a single moment noticed...
I especially loved the last four lines, like a benediction.
What a heavenly collection of images! I especially loved the image of a Rembrandt nativity.
Comparing the wherehouse interior to a nativity scene is brilliant. Not only can I picture it as that universal image, but now I know exactly how the outside and inside lights differ.
Makes me ready to shed this summer heat!
This is lovely. Such an unexpected connection, the warehouse and the nativity, and handled so beautifully. I love "ordinarily wise."
Unrelated images connected so well in here!
piece of charcoal split into splinters
How did I not see this poem until just now? It's so great. I love the men with forklifts, ordinarily wise. That image is so unique and quirky. Yeah, so, sorry I am so late in getting here.
You have weaved an ordinary cloth into an eternal garment.
Beautiful.
Love the Italian title!
Michele sent me to say hello :)
the contrasting images put me right there as i read...
fantastic.
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