“Saw a poem float by just beneath the surface.”
– Jim Harrison
to Nancy Wilson Portrait
on the jazz station – hypnotic
bass backing trumpet, piano.
on Hardy’s The Self-Unseeing, faint
pencil marks on the page,
my eyes have worn
the ink faint –
three quatrain piece.
I consider again the magic. Here
is a slow-simmering, steady
how beautiful the scene,
family in the drawing room, warm
fire; father, mother, child.
The payoff is the final line.
Not so easy as it looks;
nor so difficult.
Then, not knowing
I pull quickly,
set the hook, begin
the work of landing it.
* * *
Day 24 of Jilly’s “28 Days of Unreason” challenge.
“We all know that Art is not truth.
Art is a lie that makes us realize truth,
at least the truth that is given us to understand.
The artist must know the manner whereby
to convince others of the truthfulness of his lies.”
― Pablo Picasso