Beginning to Paint

Father stabs and slashes the storm onto canvas
as if he’s still conducting an orchestra.
The horizon bleeds into the sea.
He turns and smiles, mother would be proud.

 

gold tooth light at the end of the tunnel


6 Responses

  1. Alison Hedlund Says:

    Wonderful on so many levels. The joy of Father painting, the "storm" of dementia, the echo of a beloved profession, approaching the end-of-life horizon, and the return to source. That is what I see. A pie'ce de resistance. Thank you.

  2. sanjuktaa Says:

    Loved it!

  3. Alan Summers Says:

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    A neat prose section with a fine and unusual (one line) haiku.
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    warm regards,

    Alan
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  4. David Smedley Says:

    Thank you. David

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  6. Laura Says:

    This one really made me pause and read and reread. It's dark and lovely. The one line haiku is outstanding in its suggestion of cremation. Or, well, that's my interpretation.

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