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”
Yes, Maureen’s poetry is wonderful . . . and I’m so impressed with where the painting took you, poetically speaking.
AW, Deborah, thanks for reading and appreciating. This exercise released something like rain inside of me.
A flashflood of inspired imagining!
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.
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!
Thank you Donna. The impetus to respond was strong, insistent even.