it's only bits of coloured paper
blu tacked to a wall
it's not the mona lisa
but
it takes me to a place
of joy
of such intense joy
of such heights
in my memory
where the sistine chapel
could never take me
where i left my heart
shredded into a million pieces
and
if i could never go back
to collect them
i would finally understand
what the loss of salvation
felt like
you have portrayed the intensity of your feelings well in this poem. sometimes it is the small things that really resonate.
ReplyDelete... riveting as I wonder if it's a handmade card that caused so much to spill out..
ReplyDeleteoh wow...this is intense...a piece of artwork connected with a personal experience and memory...def. a power plant of emotions...
ReplyDeleteShort, simple but evocative, an excellent combination in a poem!
ReplyDeletewow that is some piece of art....to move like the sistine can not....and the loss of salvation shows just how powerfully it moves you...nice
ReplyDeleteLittle things can become the great joys and you captured that here.... Lovely :)
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ReplyDeleteCurious.
Having lost salvation (apparently) I don't miss it as fondly as you poem does. :-)
THis pic is not the "coloured paper blue tack to a wall" that you write about, is it. Must be something a child put up, a lover?
It is true that the simplest of images, if tied to memories mean so much more than the greatest art. I am surprised that people don't decorate their house differently. Ours if full of our kids' silly art and photos of playing on vacations or in the yard. Much more meaningful than store bought generics of 'the greats'.
Thanx for making me think.
PS -- I like the new header photo on your blog
Color is so evocative of emotion, as are both the image and your words. This felt to me like a story I would like to hear and understand. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteClever write - it is surprising what odd simple memento's hold in our heart.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o[