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Thursday, August 27, 2020

Colorful Meal (Paul Klee), Sonnet #527

Are there allegories of the artist

Worth harkening to? We hardly exist!

Paul Klee tried with his “Colorful Meal.”

The table’s set with manikin and cat,

Cognac and deviled egg and phones for chat.

There’s gruel in a bowl but it’s not real.

An umbrella dries and a flag can’t wave.

A table fork has one too many tines.

(I write these words with diminishing lines.)

After lunch there are leftovers to save,

But will sooner or later be thrown out.

The diners had nothing to talk about.

In the cluttered emptiness they persist

In creating, though they scarcely exist.