Red Roofs, Marc Chagall, 1954
Red
I don't know quite what
to say, there is too much
under the moon
to tell just one tale, stories
of street sounds, flowers
of memory, things seen
or just imagined, places
where it all has happened
and at night everyone slips in
a doorway of his own, I will cover
everything along my way
with one big color, paint
that beats a pulse, a pattern
we share, a word to spread
make us appear whole, each
on the same path though
we talk and walk
our thousand different roads
-- smh
Who can resist a little Marc Chagall on a Monday?
Certainly spices up the chore list a bit!
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8 comments:
We do walk a thousand different roads, don't we?
=)
I love your phrase, "there is too much under the moon to tell just one tale". These words so encapsulate Chagall's painting. Thank you for this great, open ended response, Susan. =D
Excellent interpretation of the picture prompt.
I will cover
everything along my way
with one big color
Was it you who invented the phrase 'Paint the town red?' LOL
There is too much under the moon for one tale but you've done a nice job of encapsulating the painting in one poem.
Yes, a thousand different roads...nice...
Yes we do....this is beautiful! :-)
We do all take different roads it is true.
Wonderful interpretation of the prompt.
Anna :o]
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