Lost On A Sunday

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 - Prompt #354 - Edward Hopper

"It seems the paintings and works of artist Edward Hopper are great fodder to inspire other artists in their endeavors. We as poets have come across this from time to time. Many an Ekphrastic poem has sprung from these offerings. Some show the desolation of the human condition, or the interaction of the same."

Today I offer three such works for your poetic interpretation:

Each painting expresses something and it’s your job to relate what it says to you. Choose one and tell us what you see!

by Edward Hopper
Streets stripped bare.
No sign of life
anywhere on this
seventh day of
the week.  Wearing
the last decent clothes
in his closet, he sits
on sidewalk fronting
his old place of
business.  He knows
he is lost again.
He does not know why.


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.
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2 Responses to Lost On A Sunday

  1. Misky says:

    So sad and alone.


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