Scenes That Speak
Painters astound with splashes and strokes.
Photographers fascinate with focus.
Me, I just write what I see:
ordinary, ready scenes.
Why? Because they like to speak,
and me, to listen, and sometimes
I understand what they want me to receive.
The snow is melting off the roof across the street
while an Asian man sweeps the hood of his car
with a blue brush, then stomps his feet.
The shrubs behind are wigged in white.
The passersby don’t see.
They walk and text a private repartee,
but still they speak to me!
A bird arcs the slate sky,
flapping its wide, white wings,
seeming to circle the whole scene.
Everything that’s given
deserves a certain dignity.
March 2, 2019
Creativity in Visual Arts Poetry Contest
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