Besides urgency, she feels
Eager, not anxious like she
Should when trying to please
Him, Great White Cloud

Confidence building inside her
Moist arms carrying, heart
Heaving and hefting, carefully
Pushing the gift in place

No thanks to come after
She stands beside a deluge
Worthy of singing, of dancing,
Wide eyes appraising now

Almost gloating like she
Did before the reminding
Torrent with its heavy-handed
Washing, its effortless erasing

This poem is in response to Randall David Tipton’s beautiful painting, coupled with the amazing poetry of Maureen Doallas, author of Neruda’s Memoirs: Poems. You may see both here

6 thoughts on “Ego

  1. Britton,

    Thank you for *your* amazingly generous words. Delighted to read your own inspired piece. I join in Deborah’s assessment of where Randall’s painting led you.

  2. Kind of takes my breath away…. Heavy handed washing… effortless erasing. The words leave me with a feeling of silence – deep silence. Thank you for sharing this!

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