Painting by Kathryn Carlyle
Poem by Philip Dodd for Six Best Poets Project
Carve canyons, waves,
towers, bridges, palace gardens,
bearded gods in their forms,
ever building, dispersing.
For the mind demands pattern,
likes a good yarn, a fine tale.
Now to this abstract painting attend.
The mind at a loss to guess its inspiration.
Look for an eye, impose a nose.
Acknowledge it has no theme.
Mirrors worlds not seen.
Only with eyes closed, in a dream.
Maybe that is a figure in a white coat,
a shiny helmet on its head,
emerging from a cave mouth?
Could be, but the mind
can make too much of a hint.