poem based upon above image
poem submitted to "1477" poetry contest, Brian Strand, sponsor, June 1, 2026
The painting shows a narrow window, morning light pooling on the sill like water held in a shallow bowl. A single curtain lifts slightly, its edge caught in a breeze~ I can almost hear movement through the room. On the table below, a small clay cup waits in shadow, its rim touched by a thin line of gold. And in that soft intersection of light and stillness, something in me pauses~ as if the quiet inside the canvas has reached out and found its echo in my chest.
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