Scenes That Speak

Painters astound with splashes and strokes. Photographers fascinate with focus. Me, I just write what I see: ordinary, ready scenes. Why? Because they like to speak, and me, to listen, and sometimes I understand what they want me to receive. The snow is melting off the roof across the street while an Asian man sweeps the hood of his car with a blue brush, then stomps his feet. The shrubs behind are wigged in white. The passersby don’t see. They walk and text a private repartee, but still they speak to me! A bird arcs the slate sky, flapping its wide, white wings, seeming to circle the whole scene. Everything that’s given deserves a certain dignity. March 2, 2019 Creativity in Visual Arts Poetry Contest