toward her downcast face in reverie
dawn fog white
smoke unfurls upward
sea foam white
gathered beneath an ample shawl
quartz stone white
tented above receiving arms
fresh cream white
stretched between her fingertips
moonbeam white
caressing memories
bleached bone white
the canvas
cadmium white
her deep sleeved garment
dove down white
the column behind her
marble white
the veil into which is concealed
the red passion of her lower lip
raw pearl white
the incense that perfumes
her clothes pervades her recollection
thin shroud white
from silver censer highlights gleam
titanium white
her loss a blankness
moth wing white
the wall facing the foot of the bed
old paint white
the space this painting hung
slant shadow white
framed between two windows
sun bleached white
the room burdened with intention
purest white
where viewer melds with subject
silk web white
summer haze white
into winter squall white
then cracked ice white
and back again white
cycle of foreboding white
the penetration of scent white
the permanence of longing white
white requiem sung in rising smoke
full blazing blinding hot cold yearning white
(from the painting by John Singer Sargent)
February 18, 2012 at 2:02 pm |
Dear Gemma,
I really enjoyed looking at your site. These poems are outstanding. I love the myriad “whites” you are able to invoke so rhythmically in “La Fumee d’Amber Gris,” and I find the moments and slices of life you explore are ripe with significance you plumb with inventiveness and wit. I will keep coming back and I look forward to hearing you read again as well.
All the best,
Tom Wexler