“The Event”
cannot stop the heart
from seeing
dead ends
become
obstacles
so marks
become the pieces
of the heart
beating
the painted puzzle
pulsing
the forest
through
the trees
which clearly
he
can see
Patricia Spreng
submitted in response to the Poetically Friday post by Brian Miller at One Stop Poetry Friday post featuring the artistry of Chuck Close
...the painted puzzle
ReplyDeletepulsing...i love this pat - speaks of such vibrant life even in the difficulties he had to master. a brave and fascinating man - and yes - he could see - i thought the same and i think he can see with different eyes. beautifully captured
oh snap...love the painted puzzle pulsing and you closing remark...very nicely played...
ReplyDeleteI like how you compared Close's technique to the trees in the forest. Apt conclusion.
ReplyDeleteLoved this totally.
ReplyDeleteI love the last stanza especially! Great poem!
ReplyDeleteIt is amazing isn't it? - as if he picked up the scattered shards of tragedy and built a cathedral with them. Your poem beautifully and succinctly captures that.
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