Wednesday, March 02, 2011

Poem: The Painting by Jack Brummet


The Painting

by Jack Brummet

Stuck under a static sky,
The figure you brushed in
Wants off canvas.
He will not be Man With Blue Banjo anymore.
He wants to be what he will be,
Not sailing a scumbled ocean
Under impasto thunderheads.

He is tired of the dark sun
And wants to lie down and rest.

No news comes from a far country.
The real estate around him —
A confabulation of blue and red stone —
Chills in an un-harbored sea.

The black sun was pushed, fell, or jumped,
To shine back upon itself.

He knows the sun will never set.
He cannot open his mouth to scream.
The oars will never move.

The island of color
Will always be eight inches away
And the boat
Will always be sinking.

The tattered sails hang in the wind.
The next day refuses to begin.
He clutches that blue banjo
As his ship tilts toward heaven.
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Started in 1997, finished 2011

1 comment:

Keekee Brummet said...

This poem is about a painting I have tried to paint, several times but failed. I had to "settle."