Body Language
Body Landguage
(on viewing the “Connections” show
at the Boston Museum of Fine Arts)
They stand, mono- arches her arm
chromatic, alone upward, sweeping
in the room of white it around, symetri-
blending in shades cally following each
of cream, almond, cursive stroke of the
honey, pausing brush: her body
before the long the ink
panels of broad, alone in space.
black brushstrokes — He watches her,
tall scrolls of calli- head turned
graphy, matted only slightly,
side by side. then stares intently
She, intense, rises at the symbols
on her toes, before him.
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Love the poem, and the form is awesome. A piece of art. Thanks for sharing.
This is so cool! I really enjoyed reading it!
Brigit – Beautiful images! Love “her body/the ink/alone in space.”
This poem resonates so well with me and it is wonderfully crafted!
She, intense, rises
on her toes
and catlike this poem develop with slow anticipation.
Thanks all for comments – it makes it so much more worthwhile! And as an aside, I actually saw this just as I described, standing at the door of the exhibit room – fascinating contrast of involvement and distance.
Part of our “job” as poets is to observe and distill I think.
Stay involved, poets, at safe distances!