edward h. potthast in port
after sailing across seas
and oceans of the mind
the work
of washing
and painting
the hull of me
seems mundane
and yet also
necessary
every so often
i stop
and gaze deeply into
the rippled mirror
of my work
to admire its deliquescent form -
like so much melted glass
6 comments:
Deliquescent? What a great word!
I gaze into the rippled mirror of your work every day. Every day I am the better for that experience. xx
I love that word deliquescent Steven - such a wealth of meaning in it.
reya - it's on my all-time fave word list. i did a series of drawings and paintings years ago that i got to show at a small university gallery that i titled deliquescence. steven
weaver - it's a sort of melding and melting and transforming in the way that i like to use it. steven
Ah, the mundane washing and painting of the hull. A chore to embrace. Very nice, Steven. Thank you for the beautiful comment on my poem.
This speaks volumes to me, Steven, and is so cleverly wrought. I love the painting you have chosen to go with your poem.
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