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Two Women on the Shore - Edvard Munch

there's always a hand in mine anchoring me solidly to the ground like additional gravity liable to crush my bones if a feather's weight were added though I don't fall into the ocean or float off with the clouds I'm not soothed but abraised agitation filing me away scattering me across the shoreline I avert my eyes, of course I do the waves crash and leave days turn to nights and I keep the peace my hand in yours

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Hilda Greenhough

Date: 11/23/2023 11:29:00 AM

Wonderful! A poem inspired from a painting. I enjoyed the imagery.

Di11y Da11y
Date: 11/23/2023 1:38:00 PM

Thank you Hilda - I love doing these. I appreciate your support x

Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 11/22/2023 2:58:00 PM

a beautiful poem describing the painting. I like what you've done with this form...you're good at it, sincerely. The last two lines tugged at my heart. This poem is as artistic as the painting Nicely done, Di11y, hugs, Sara

Di11y Da11y
Date: 11/22/2023 3:01:00 PM

Thank you Sara, it's amazing what you can write sat waiting around in the car. Thanks for your kind words - glad you liked it x

Tom Woody

Date: 11/22/2023 1:51:00 PM

Beautiful poetry. Though your title would be an ideal lead for a joke. "Two women were standing on a shore..."

Di11y Da11y
Date: 11/22/2023 3:00:00 PM

Haha the jokes were definitely missing from this poem for sure... I wonder how many times Edvard had to politely laugh at that joke :) thank you for the compliment :)