Poem 76- Poetry inspired by the Frick Collection

Poetry inspired by the Frick Collection

• At nine o’clock ( Sewing by lamplight, Millet)

We sit in our campesino existence
Engaging in tasks that provide
Us with livelihood, with purpose,
But, what will you be doing?
No longer in need of the lamplight
We reunite in this belief in time
Which allows us to feel the separation
Of years, yet links us through the
Comprehension of the same concept
And to that end counts the minutes
Til the end and to the next
Moment of connection

At 15:59 I sit here ever captivated
By the wonder of what you glued do
Perpetually at nine o’clock
And he endless possibilities I could
Perform at the same hour

Poem 75- Poetry inspired by the Frick Collection

Poetry inspired by the Frick Collection

• Sending and receiving letters (the Mistress and the Maid, Vermeer)

The focus it seems
Is the relationship of the
Mistress and the Maid when
In fact its creator held all power
And emphasis in this exchange
Not of words but the note
This correspondence in card
Holds the key to the balance
To the transfer of emotions
Holds the time and the life
Of those writing, receiving and
Delivering. Inferring the
Most words wrapped in an envelope
Unwrapped by the scene

Poem 74 - Poetry inspired by the Frick Collection

Poetry inspired by the Frick Collection

• Madame Boucher

They thought you were his wife
A poor housekeeper they said
One who was entitled
Your possessions revealing the secrets
And your fancies
So unravelled
Taunting others painted in the
Same way
Reminding those of your coquettish
Nature
As you recline
Not really Madame Boucher
But in fact chosen for a beauty
No longer valued by my beholding
Eyes
Yet captivating my attention
At least momentarily
As I only pass and rest in a house
Of images

Poem 73 - Typing at a relationship

Typing at a relationship

With most of my possible lovers

Strangely far away

The only means of testing

A little box with a blue line across the top

Or a web interface with which I get to see

Your face, only momentarily

Usually late at night or at other obscure and fleeting moments

Each of my invisible counterparts provide a temporary diversion

Or a momentary ego boost, and yet as that Rabbi’s wife told me

“You will never know, til you’re in their presence and that moment hits

Where you know that they could provide you with what you need,

In an actual time frame and you will know you can provide too, for them.

Rather than a semblance of reality providing a destiny complex and an

Intimacy only present on the screen of your MacBook”

“Just wait,” she said “ until life presents them to you and then you will be able to decide”
I nodded, sure she was correct.

However til then, yes I'm available to chat

Even when you all wish solely to discuss my frontward protuberances and occasionally my dreams and family situation… maybe I should just wait til that cheeky drink.