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in memory
by Kathleen Wilsonof two yellow bowls
in the Chinese ceramics gallery
a foot apart
I walk the space between them
a mile home
from the museum
in this milky way
porcelain to porcelain
they are two suns
that gleam
I become so attached to them
they are my children
my son
golden haired
my daughter I named her Colleen
after one of them turned upside down
a little hill
covered with yellow flowers
I hope someday in the glass cabinet
of mind my eyes
always empty
always full
of mystery they will
turn to gold and be
two yellow bowls
in the Chinese ceramics gallery
07/24/2009 Author's Note: poets on site at the Pacific Asia Museum
Posted on 07/25/2009
Copyright © 2024 Kathleen Wilson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 07/25/09 at 05:13 AM Wonderful personification of art. Art should be possessive, we covet it for our soul! Lovely. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 07/25/09 at 04:06 PM Isn't that the truth! I treasure the few really creative pieces I have. A Haitian painting, a large hand built raku fired piece, and a small bronze sculpture called Troika by a German man. They inspire me to try even harder. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/25/09 at 06:30 PM Sometimes, a thing becomes more than a thing, the energy of it, the personification of it (or in this case, them). I like this! |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 07/25/09 at 11:48 PM I soak up the maternal feminine divine energy, in your reflective walk. You make me want to notice more. As Greg alluded above - I want to take possession of some art very soon. Thanks for the wake up call. |
| Posted by Michael Smith on 07/29/09 at 02:52 PM Indeed, Mrs. Wilson, you have opened up my mind to the possibility of owning Art! What a cute and clever depiction this is and I really like your use of symmetry here. Terrific poem! |
| Posted by Allison Smith on 07/31/09 at 12:27 PM Not what I was expecting at all... so I love it all the more. |
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