"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Whispers In Porcelain

Painted Ladies ~ Jennifer MacNeil

Whispers of yesterday
cling to the paint
in porcelain curls.

Faces once admired
and captured in art
are now lost to anonymity.

Brooches sturdier than bones
have survived beauty’s death
only to lie among a collector’s questions.

©Susie Clevenger 2013

At Real Toads Margaret Bednar provided the beautiful photography of Jennifer Mac Neil as inspiration for our poetry. Please visit her webpage to see more of her outstanding work, Jennifer MacNeil Photography


Sherry Blue Sky said...

Very cool response to the prompt...likely the wearers, too, as well as the ones who sat for the artist, are gone.

myownheart.me said...

very beautiful and so true.

humbird said...

Well, at least broaches survived...our artifacts for beauty collection ~ interesting thought for this art...maybe a new story will starts from the question of the collector? :)

Bill Nicholls said...

Beautiful works so well with the Broach.
I've written a verse have a look and pass comment.

Ella said...

You ending leaves us wondering! I love it~ Your words pair so beautifully with the photo~

Susie Swanson said...

Love this Susie. Hugs

Helen said...

... 'brooches sturdier than bones' ~~ I'm reminded of how fragile a few of my elderly aunts seemed to me as a child. I enjoyed this!!

Rachelle Smith Stokes said...

Loooove how Brooches are sturdier than bones! How the objects of our past tend to last longer than we do. wow.

howanxious said...

They had some value once but now are just collectibles of money value(irony). :-)
Thoughtful writing.

blueoran.wordpress.com said...

Great little poem here, right-sized for as a tiny portrait caught in the amber of a brooch ... You're absolutely right, something even outlive the ideal of beauty. Very fine polished work here, something to keep sifting and questioning over in the years to come. - Brendan

hedgewitch said...

You get to the heart of the pathos of possessions, how we infuse them with our own meanings, and how they seem to carry something of us, even if only in the random way we've selected them. And someone else's treasures are so barren without the collector's attachment. Compact and very vivid, Susie.

NataĊĦa Dolenc said...

very beautiful.

Fireblossom said...

Now there's an interesting perspective. The trinkets celebrating someone's beauty outlive the beauty and even the person themselves.

Siggi in Downeast Maine said...

I like your take on the prompt...
personal and with possible insight to the owners.
Thank you.

Margaret said...

Yes! I so wanted to write to this one, but it wouldn't come - not yet. I tried to dig up some history of a great great (maybe another great) aunt who painted miniatures and has a piece in the Smithsonian or someplace like that. She had a small revamped cottage by the ocean in the northeast - I dug up an OLD newspaper article about her.

Yes, they were treasures back then, and very few have a story that remains intact - Perfect poem!

Hannah said...

Mysterious antiquity...your tone is perfect, Susie!

Kerry O'Connor said...

Brooches sturdier than bones... What an excellent image, Susie.

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