I see you in the doorway of your adobe hacienda I see you there in the patio You’re reading Sappho leaning on an elbow as the evening glows purple on the high hills Switching on the radio you’re missing Soho, the East River, the photo show I see you still in Taos New Mexico painting still life with a flair rarity sea shells, iris, rose and cattle bones red skies rust coloured hills and pueblos Your finely drawn pottery like broken fragments of poetry your living legacy. challenge to write a poem that directly addresses someone, and that includes a made-up word, an odd/unusual simile, a statement of “fact,” and something that seems out of place in time.
My arches have fallen My walls are caving in My buttresses have flown I’m lacking symmetry And most egregiously? Even the grotesque gargoyles pity me. challenge: to write a self-portrait poem, in which you explain why you are not a particular piece of art (a symphony, a figurine, a ballet, a sonnet), use at least one outlandish comparison, and a strange (and maybe not actually real) fact.
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