I am alone
You are gone. I'm lying
in my gray, lonely room
Waiting
When you return.
Time grows
Like a vine out of control.
Tearing through the emptiness
in my soul.
Waiting
When you return.
I hear you approach.
Slowly, softly
the anticipation spills all around me
Like the brown desert sand.
You engulf me
When you return.
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Our A190 class is here to get our hands all muddy in paint and poems, poems that are inspired by art, art that responds to poetry. We're ecstatic to be here and we'll be ekphrastic all semester long.
Kandinsky's "Improvisation"
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2 comments:
I really like the imagery that you use in the poem, especially the first two lines of the second stanza how the "time grows like a vine out of control". That in particular gives me more of a feeling of how I'm supposed to be feeling about time. I get time is like a very annoying weed that you just can't seem from spreading among the flowers that you planted kind of emotion. Hopefully that is what you were trying to convey. Secondly I loved the repetition of the last two lines for each stanza, I just don't understand why you would leave it out of the final stanza. It fit so well, and gave this smooth connectivity through the whole poem. I do like your work in the poem as a whole though.
The beauty and appeal of this poem for me comes from its simple and direct relationship with the painting. This was similar to the direction I was going with the picture before my creepy inspiration hit me! This poem really gave the painting a voice that I could understand. Job well done!
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