Abe Lopez Poet Ekphrasis

Tod Und Frau 1910 (Death and the Woman)

As death creeps out of the darkness,
  A mother becomes the rope in a (Tug of war.)
A child reaches to help its’ mother in her weakness,
  And stares death in the eye with abhor.

The rope falls limp in sure defeat,
  Yet the child pulls on the strength of heart.
Against the evilness and deceit,
  Fighting with the will to not be apart.

The hooks of death on weary knees,
  Shackling the arms, exposing vulnerability.
Screaming and crying the words of “please”
  The mother rests with peace and tranquility.

A child left to battle life’s groans,
  Preparing for the encounter and all its’ lour.
For one day she will meet Mr. Bones,
  And she’ll be the rope in her child’s (Tug of war.) 






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Inspired by Brian’s Picture Poem’s Contest

Käthe Kollwitz, Death and the Woman (Tod und Frau), lithograph, 1910.

http://www.mmoca.org/mmocacollects/artwork_page.php?id=31

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James Fraser September 14, 2009 at 12:41 PM Excellent piece Abe>>James

Chris Goombi April 3, 2009 at 8:49 PM Nice rendition of words, best of luck in the contest.

Carrie Richards April 1, 2009 at 12:36 PM Excellent poem, and so describes this haunting lithograph....wow...that picture is powerful as you described in this awesome poem! ~ Carrie

Kesha Mashaw March 31, 2009 at 2:49 PM Seriously, You should soooo be an art teacher! ;-) LOL I can't wait for you to read my new poems! C U L8R!!!!!!!

Steve Edmonds March 29, 2009 at 9:58 AM Amazing work, your work is taking off, good luck.

Kevin Carter March 28, 2009 at 7:54 AM i like this one because it's some what like me. and i feel a little child pain in your words nice work abe lopez look for my next poem called the world.

Chris Yarnell March 27, 2009 at 12:14 PM NICE WRITE

Christina Vasquez March 25, 2009 at 4:25 PM Nice poem...but yet its very sad....Love Christina

Raven Carr March 25, 2009 at 11:12 AM nice!!!!!it was scary and entertaining.i love it mr.lopez....:-)GREAT!!!!!!!!!!

Danielle Moreno March 25, 2009 at 2:17 AM Great work Abe.

Elizabeth Neal March 24, 2009 at 7:08 PM Wonderful work, this one is right up your artistic alley. Love E.

Robin L. Gass March 24, 2009 at 2:02 PM Abe, this is such a deep and moving write that reflects the art perfectly. I had never seen her work before. Very interesting artist. She displyed pain so vividly in her work. Thank you for sharing, Abe. This is an excellent entry into Brian's contest. Good luck! Love, Robin

March 24, 2009 at 1:12 PM This poem has so much depth for the reader to reflect on. The rhyme works well. Good luck in the contest. Thank you for sharing this poem with us and for the kind comment on my lanterne. Keep on writing! Karen

Debbie Guzzi March 24, 2009 at 12:40 PM excellent verse TOUGH competitoin! Light & Love

Savannah Rose Harper March 24, 2009 at 11:53 AM IloveitIloveit I would have given it a 4000 if I could have it is very much like the Piece of art

Darleen Bilyeu March 24, 2009 at 11:33 AM awsomely done mr. L!!!

Anna Mayall March 24, 2009 at 10:46 AM loved the poem.....liked the way you used (tug of war)

Anna Kittrell March 24, 2009 at 9:55 AM This is really powerful! I love how the determined child was protecting her mother from death. When the mother passes away, her memory will help strengthen the child in life, who is becoming the rope. So the "ropes" of death cannot compete with the stronger "ropes" developed in life! You are awesome, Abe.

Derrick Burton March 24, 2009 at 8:42 AM Looks like the story of parenting at its best and exxplained well. Enjoyed this write and have a blessed day.

L'Nass Shango March 24, 2009 at 8:22 AM This canvas is alive for me, your descriptive power leaves gurgling with tribute. Love and peace

Maryann Guoladdle March 24, 2009 at 7:45 AM Really Good detail on how A moyher protects her children n wiould do anthing for them!! (: Maryann,

Sharon Winter March 24, 2009 at 7:18 AM Whoa. Intense picture and your poem does it incredible justice! Truly excellent! Good luck. Love, Shar

Brian Strand March 24, 2009 at 4:08 AM Thank you for supporting my contest Abe.Rgds Brian

Tyler Martin March 23, 2009 at 11:34 PM Nice illustration of death itself, sadly something we all must know. Good luck in the contest. Tyler

Raul Moreno March 23, 2009 at 9:42 PM Abe, this is a powerful poem. It describes it so well. I like how you kept the rope theme throughout. The last stanza is excellent how the proverbial torch of death is passed on, great write and best of luck in the contest...Raul

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