Written for: the Sunday Muse #106

“A distant future” photography by Raluca Caragea
Now that masks
are no longer
required, I set
my clay one aside.
This painting
is serene, calming.
I am trying to transport
myself there. Couple
of white petals
have insinuated
themselves into
the foreground. I
want to lie on
that soft, silky
field, strewn
with white petals,
and a background
of white icing.
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About purplepeninportland
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
How beautifully you’ve done this. (I am hopeless with ekphrastics and so admire those who manage them with such apparent ease.)
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Thanks so much, Rosemary! I like writing from photos or art.
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Lovely wishes glow here Sara! I love this!
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Thanks, Carrie. At least we can dream.
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Like you, my response was to enter the picture too. I love your response.
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Thanks, Sherry!
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In our area masks are required but the governor said the fine levy could not be retired.
I long for the times you tell but we have been trying too early, our numbers are going back up.
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As are ours. Proceeding with caution may be getting to everyone, but I would not like to see a second wave of this nightmare.
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A great sense of relief in this. Nice one.
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Thanks, Anthony!
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I’m not a fan of masks, Sara, they’re restrictive and mist up my glasses! I like the calm realism of your poem and the attention to detail, especially the white petals that have ‘have insinuated themselves into the foreground’.
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I am still wearing a mask here as we have to wear them in public. There are too many people but, once in a while I get in my car and drive to a secluded park and walk around mask free. It’s just me and nature. That is when I feel most free.
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I think the binding up is starting to get to everyone.
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Love the serene eeriness. Just capitvating.
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Thanks, wyndolynne!
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Love the softness of your poem … the white icing too.
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Thanks, Helen!
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A gentle interpretation of the photo. I found the meadow a peaceful place and the tree a comforting constant.
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Thanks, Bev!
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kaykuala
I want to lie on
that soft, silky
field, strewn….
How nice if we can readily go back fast to the old normal. Given the way it is, it may apparently take a couple of years! Whew!
Hank
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“Now that masks
are no longer
required, I set
my clay one aside.” — Ah, nice!!
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Thanks, q!
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WOw!b You’ve transformed the picture for me! Now I see her trying to climb in.
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Thanks, Susan. It does look inviting.
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