In the garden of Sorolla

By Parson Thru

Thu, 26 Jul 2018
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Sorolla’s cold effigy stands poised,
Staring toward the fountain, whose issue
Has brought peace to many a troubled heart

Brow arched, palette cradled, 
He surveys the light, brush licking pigment,
I imagine white, dried petals in his hair

Is the moon over Valencia, Joaquín?

Did I leave the gas on?
Is the door unlocked?

Will everything I’ve done finally sum to nothing?

The girl on the bench
Pronounces your legacy “Awesome!”
And that her target height for dates is six-four

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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Ethereal day dreams,mix with daily realities. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thanks Rhiannon.

Parson Thru

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I like this, it has a dreamy feel.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thanks Jenny.

Parson Thru

Submitted by bosch on

perhaps, for immediacy,

 

Sorolla's cold effigy poises,

Stares toward the fountain, whose issue/

 

oh, and probably would profit you to cut "troubled" in the third line

you've stretched a bit, here, and all to the good. good poem