A Dinner Table at Night, 1884, John Singer Sargent, shared by Tess Kincaid.
small talk
between slicing
whirs of air and
feathered edges
there is restraint.
storms, too, have
that characteristic,
a raging/abating,
that keeps you
off your mark,
reminding you
that control is
not always
what you do
with your life:
to appreciate
dominion and calm,
is to also be
prepared for
alternatives between
cocktails and
the feast.
Poem © 2012 R. Burnett Baker
As always... Good write again... Im suppose to say i love the last one but actually love it all...
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nice..i like that you point out that control is not about what you do with your life...true that man....
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ReplyDeleteControl/ restraint...one can feel the rigidity...thanks for offering the "other". Very good!!
ReplyDeletePowerful third stanza Rick...
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ReplyDeleteI like the notion of efficient agony.
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And your poem is good, too.
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You are so right the moments in between can make all the difference! I really feel the depth in your writing... very nice read!
ReplyDeleteA finely balanced poem, echoing its theme in its structure.
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