artist Guido Vedovato
My life folded in
an accordion style
the black and white keys
I touch arbitrarily
inspired those ears
and fingers to boost
with every blue dream
I’m trying to hover.
The clouds grew grapes
the mountains – sharp
and pavement turns
in M&M colors
but someone who gawks
from the distance - will see
my life nested in
a thimble size chapeau.
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That last stanza says it all. How many lives are nested in a 'thimble size chapeau.'
ReplyDeleteThey look from afar and think they know, know many of those
ReplyDeleteThat last stanza struck me as well because I noticed in his work all of the distant but familiar villages. Great write!
ReplyDeleteYou have focused on the extraordinary detail of these paintings. I love the sky growing grapes - I looked at that painting and wondered how one could put that texture into words, and you have done so to perfection.
ReplyDeleteI love that you located the pleasure of viewing art the skill of showing i color what we might only see in Black and White. I love that you located the narrator in on eof the little houses adrift in such a grape filled see.
ReplyDeleteWonderful interpretation of the picture and I too love that last encompassing truth.
ReplyDeleteExcellent response to the artist's work--and a very cool poem in its own right. 'Hovering' a dream is a perfect image, as is M&M colors to describe both the narrator's pov and the artist's approach.
ReplyDeleteLife folding - accordian style ~~ great line in a fascinating poem!!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful... it was so captivating... however can ny1 b inspired like thiss ??!!
ReplyDeletehad a friend who played the accordion...its a very cool instrument...the second stanza though says much...a little life will go a long way...smiles.
ReplyDeletethe accordian is a cool instrument - and if someone plays it well you can entertain a whole room of people.. love the M&M colors in the second stanza
ReplyDeleteHe does paint in M&M colors, doesn't he? Well said.
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Nothing like a thimble hat, and the accordion player does seem to be wearing one!
ReplyDeleteI'm delighting in the imagery of "The clouds grew grapes." I feel I just dropped into the Rabbit Hole, just find out that it wasn't a hole at all, but an underground castle inhabited by a poet with a sweet tooth.
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