Bad news crew on a road trip,
not slowing for the infrequent dip;
out drop-top cruising on a starry
night. Passing
wheatfields, crows startle,
parrots gossip, the humming-
bird drinks from thorns — time
flies. Though we melted
down the enslaving clocks
in honor of unreality —
we have time on our side.
The crazed Spaniard riding
shotgun calls out directions
to the driver. “Quel?” He lends
an ear, but does not comply.
And the two women enthroned
in the back seat are keeping
their peace.
So, this is my first response to TheSundayMuse (Sunday Muse #131), and my first response to any prompt in a long time. At least, my first that I’ve bothered to post.
This piece only plays well if you know the players well.
So much great stuff here. “the humming / -bird drinks from thorns — time / flies” is exceptional. Of course the enslaving clocks, lending an ear (!!!) but best is the mystery of “two women” enthroned in the back seat. Perfect.
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Go look at her 100 greatest paintings.
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At first I thought just all her self-portraits, but I think you mean specifically “Two Fridas?”
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🙂
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Charley- All three are artists I greatly admire, and you capture their essence so well. Good to see you!
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Thank you! I was a studio arts major (along with broadcasting and English composition) as an undergrad. If it weren’t for a lack of talent, I would have been a painter.
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“Quel?” LOL
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btw this is Fireblossom in WP clothing.
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Good to know. 🙂
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I never took French, but I’m fluent in Google.
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Great write that leaves us with the mystery of who is that second passenger in the back??? Hmmm
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Frida seems never to have been fully alone (check through her “Frida” self portraits). I get that….
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Glad you decided it was time to post! This was a delight to read, to myself and aloud. And thanks for the Frida mystery too. Cheers.
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I’m glad you enjoyed it. A fun take on a fun group of artists.
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Ha! It was definitely worth a couple readings. I like the melting down of enslaving clocks and how driver lends an ear.
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It was a fun bit to write! Glad it was worth the effort to read.
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A great play on words and personalities in this tight knitted response to the artwork. Nice to see you again, you always wrote interesting poetry. “the honor of unreality” perceptions has curious vantage points.
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What a portrait you’ve captured to go with the painting.
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Thank you! High praise for one who one time aspired to paint.
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Welcome. Are you painting also?
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I gave up the pencils and brushes years ago.
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Sounds like you’ve ridden with this trio before. You’ve captured the image so well!
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I’ve ridden with stranger than these. But, yes, they are familiar figures. Thank you!
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“The crazed Spaniard riding
shotgun calls out directions
to the driver. “Quel?” He lends
an ear, but does not comply.“
Great stanza, Charley! Nice to see you again.
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Hi. Sorry to take so long in responding. Yeah, it’s been awhile since I’ve posted anything. Still writing — just wary of the online vibe.
Glad you enjoyed it!
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😊
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I would not advise someone to get in a car with a crazy Van Gogh driving.
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Especially on I4!
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