Many moons ago, I participated in a writing workshop that took place in our local art gallery. The charge was to find a painting, sit in front of it, meditate on it, and then write a piece of poetry. I chose “Boats, Blue Square,” a painting (below) by Paul Resika, and here is my poem, “Backwards Life”.
Backwards life
Like the painting,
Boat without oar
Sail without ship
Transfixed in time
Paralyzed puzzle pieces
Forever . . .
Screaming . . .
Out of synch, out of rhyme
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