Today was a wish for escape from
half-baked promises and manufactured hopes,
release from the dark swan of ambition,
the devices we employ as we make our way.
In the depths of my wish, is a beating heart,
there, in its tight red center,
not desire for youth or future,
none of the contrivances of a public life,
just the strong sweet warmth of the private life –
the solitude of a landscape painting,
a single detached patron,
at closing time.
Holly Lofgreen said:
I love the last stanza, the closing is so perfect. One sees the painting, then the “detached” patron looking at it morosely.
The ending seems to peer back towards the first stanzas, and we see the patron (the speaker) gazing inwardly. Art museums tend to have this effect on me, too. That is, they make me question what do I really value, who am I. The “dark swan of ambition” swims in to view, and we cultivate deeper questions about ourselves. A good thing.
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Ronald E. Shields said:
Thanks again Holly for reading all this stuff.