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Non Entières
by Caitlin SchwartzSitting, resting
Unaware
The darkness comes,
Proliferates
and seeps into my skin
Elasticity:
stretches over my face
until I cannot
see.
Ebony and Midnight
cloud my senses
until I forget
my name.
Hurried streaks
Remain etched into
my soul.
The darkness begins
its retreat.
But I am left
Unwhole
02/09/2015 Author's Note: An ekphrastic poem inspired by Pierre Soulages’ “Peinture”
Posted on 02/10/2015
Copyright © 2025 Caitlin Schwartz
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/11/15 at 04:58 PM I did not know Pierre Soulages and his works. Your poem comes alive after reading about his career and viewing some of his works. "Ebony and Midnight
cloud my senses
until I forget
my name." - these lines seem to exude his essence. Thank you. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 02/13/15 at 04:18 PM albeit I am told to beware entry, nevertheless I dare make entrance and upon entering find, an ode, of priceless crafting and entrancing. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/15/15 at 10:31 PM This poem speaks to me of sleep and dreams and of unfilled visions or desires. A consistent message throuhout the poem. |
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