PROSE POEM moment
I recall the first time I saw Macke’s ‘Lady Green Jacket’ the blank face of loneliness.It caught my mood.It spoke aloud to me,this unique moment in time captured in paint.Verse and art try desparate to pin down such butterfly moments we all experience.The human condition on young frozen faces of sepia images posed pictures asking ‘I am here staring into this camera lens,where are you?Scenes left for imagination to fill in,mirror and join up the dots.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2020
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