I found this painting, from 1939 by Pablo Picasso, on the excellent “It’s About Time” blog, which I encourage you to visit. The blogger is a historian who promises a “little museum” in each of her blogs. The work above is titled “Cat eating a bird” and is not to be confused with Picasso’s painting “Cat catching a bird.”
These four tanka poems are meditations on yesterday’s Daily Prompt on WordPress. (As to the lateness, all I can say is that Nature took me out of circulation for a few days with the influenza virus.)
Daily Prompt: Talking in Your Sleep
Have you ever eavesdropped on a conversation you weren’t supposed to? Tell us about a time when it was impossible not to overhear a conversation between people who didn’t know you were there. What was the conversation about? How did it make you feel?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us ACCIDENT.
My question to myself turned out to be: how do you [or the character/protagonist] perceive the event? One woman’s “accident” or crisis might be another’s serendipitous moment. Or, as the axiom goes, is it a danger or an opportunity?
How does your narrative on chance occurrences, which are part and parcel of life, go?
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The Menace of Time
–
Nature brooks no near
mishap. Only full-tilt grief,
and aftershocked hearts.
At last, we are animals
cowering as Time devours.
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Accidentally Your Child
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To see your photos–
colors scoring my aged lens–
how you made yourself
a cocoon, walled silently
against the uproar of me.
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Unplanned
–
It occurs to me
that even you loved someone once.
Bubbly and girlish.
But reality implodes
even the best emotions.
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The serendipity of us
—
Happenstance
that I met you at all, much
less that circumstance
cut us out compatibly
mind to mind, cloth tailored fine.
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