I sailed to Tunisia. I walked across a lake of salt
to buy a difficult pair of shoes.
I returned with a certificate from beauty school,
a degree in seeing, and a doctoral composition,
but I was not received
and my house was empty,
its floors swept clean.
I'm trying to decide if this poem is about you or them. Another nice interpretation.
This would be an interesting challenge if Don agreed. Post one of Don's poems, his choice, from the book or not and we take a photograph inspired by the poem.
of course, I agree, as long as we all promise to ignore the people who ask how they can see the poems without buying the book....
I'm trying to decide if this poem is about you or them. Another nice interpretation.
This would be an interesting challenge if Don agreed. Post one of Don's poems, his choice, from the book or not and we take a photograph inspired by the poem.
Amazing capture -- a natural diptych -- there's no way those two women are together. They are functioning on two different planes. Perfect use of black and white.
Strong image and felicitous match with the line from the poem. The gazes are complex, replete with reflecting sunglasses and an intervening mirror or something. The open door or, again, whatever introduces a mysterious note that brings the drama up a notch. Works well in b&w. I'm enjoying the depth of mood and emotion.
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