sailboats on the mississippi
she’s an artist
a watercolorist to be exact
her brushes her most prized possessions
she hardly notices as I brush her hair
her mind and soul recreating sailboats
racing parallel on the mississippi
winds and currents playing havoc on canvas
fading sun filtering through cumulus clouds
I’m lost in her world
imitating master backstrokes
eventually drowning in complicated brilliance
march two thousand eighteen
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I love this poem, John. It’s magnificent.
The detail about her hair, and this: “winds and currents playing havoc on canvas” … So gorgeous.
I’m in awe of your skill.
Thanks so much, Shawna, I’m thrilled this piece speaks to you.
having grown up on the mississippi is an image etched in my mind and memory
like a lullaby
So gentle in its description, like floating down the river itself.
thank you so much, Michelle