When did you become,
A blue little blob in the sky?
Amorphous and rather shapeless,
Like a memory from the distant past.
Unforeseen like a ketchup stain,
So naked and unmitigated,
A mysterious blue blob,
In a blind lane.
That dripping paintbrush,
Drips blue little drops,
Splosh, splosh on my face,
Wash away every trace.
The blue ocean in a bathtub,
With his pretentious waves,
His hands stretched towards,
The blue blob in vain.
10 comments:
You know what they say about Dali and his mysterious melting clocks, don't you?
wonderful little image to go
with that enchanted poem.
"The blue ocean in a bathtub..."
WOW.
:-)
I am unable to make up my mind what this "blue blob in the sky" is.
An interesting puzzle.
Eric:
I know that he was inspired by a snack of French cheese. But what else do they say really?
Sophie:
It is a part of the painting called 'The Persistence of Memory'. Partly what the poem is about.
Vasu:
Thanks :-)
A critic I showed this to said I could do much better, and I really wanted to delete the poem after that.
Alfred:
I know it is a bit arcane, but I don't want to interpret it just yet.
Well, I remember my high school art history textbook mentioning that they were a metaphor for impotence. I don't know if this was actually true or not; the book was kind of dodgy to me.
Awesome. No words!!!
this one is another of ur mysteries untold.
Explain a bit!
Lovely poetry!
Hope u r fine.
Takecare
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