Ekphrastic Poem

Uncharted

A branch painted pink

while the tree strips it’s leaves

A soul spilled onto the wet concrete.

An ocean split in two with a narrow pathway

Two pillows and a comforter for the tired

and tempted.

A depression in the middle of the forest

A body of water under a goldmine

Three honeydew melons lost in a field of poppy flowers,

A monkey with it’s tongue and eyes plucked out

The veil she wore during reincarnation

A jungle without a name, England with no rain

Four rosebuds hiding from a bee who needs nectar

A blue cloud in a white sky with the Pacific as it’s lover

Cat-calls in the alley, love during the day

All along with your un-dying devotion

What you live for.

 What you breathe for.

A tree being painted pink, all while the branch continues to dance.

http://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/271954