I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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22 April 2017

A Painting by Mi Young Lee

The blue eye of the painting
looks out at me guilelessly.
There are windows of sky,
some sunny and one 
dark with storm clouds.
Green leaves fall brightly
past the panes, and a yellow
(this is Autumn) and some red.
Red tiles frame the glass.

I set this down, each element
as it strikes me, thinking
when I have accumulated 
the small pieces of description,
like a jigsaw they will combine
into clear meaning. This
does not happen. It wasn't
in pieces anyway, and the whole
painting, undisturbed, smiles at me.

Written for Bits of Inspiration, day 22 of April Poetry Month at 'imaginary garden with real toads'. We were asked to use this painting for inspiration.


  1. Charming--ha. And the poem smiles too. k.

  2. Oooh I love this!❤️ Such nostalgia and wistful contemplation in your verse, Rosemary ❤️

  3. Yeah, I agree, it does have that warmth of a smile aspect. The colours combined I think.
    Thanks for dropping by my blog Lunch Break today

    Much love...

  4. A different and interesting perception :)

  5. Right on, this art really does smile.

  6. Such a beautiful description, and yes I see the smile also. Thank you so much for writing !

  7. I like this blue eye, especially.

  8. The whole is greater than the sum of it's parts.

  9. I loved reading this while looking at the painting - I smiled too :-)

  10. This poem bring out the painting's attraction on the imagination, as they speak to one another.

  11. This does not happen. It wasn't
    in pieces anyway, and the whole
    painting, undisturbed, smiles at me.

    It is meant to be admired undisturbed. One will realize its beauty as it is! Very true Rosemary!


  12. Ah ha! Rosemary, you did so good with the footwork yet the picture won out. It is a hard one to figure its a message. I too had noted the predominate color blue, not in size but in intensity. I am glad you interpreted the blue as eye.


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