The sonnet sequence, "My Human Disguise," of 600 ekphrastic poems, was begun February 2011 and completed January 15, 2022. It can be found beginning with the January 20, 2022 post and working backwards. Going forward are 20 poems called "Terzata," beginning on January 27, 2022. Thirty more Terzata can be found among the links on the right. A new series of dramatic monologues follows on the blog roll, followed by a series of formal poems, each based on a single word.
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Thursday, August 11, 2016
Colorful Lightning (Klee), Sonnet #310
The master can show the moon in a storm If he chooses to -- the answer is why? Too simple to think for the sake of form, The willful undermining of the norm. It's his, this stylus-petted, stepped-down sky. There's not one cloud. The scarred night air is dry. Standing outside his miniatures, we stare At what we can't be sure he meant to share. One summer, I stood on a factory roof And watched heat lighting crack the night apart. The moon penetrated the hazy air Just once, a blind man, stupid and aloof, Hardly a subject for a work of art. The whistle blew and I went down the stairs.
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