The Uncertainty of the Us

Lovers idea-lies bosoms and eyes.

We were too blinded by those pretty skies,

Chanting the promise of “a summer’s day”

Colorful smoke rings were guiding our way.

Then pop-popping bubbles were the new game,

Checking the Good Book for eloquent names.

Crayons and promised trust hold these cracked walls.

Still, my womb’s little-ones need pedestals.

While promises linger, memories bleed.

Changes once sought after, drive you to leave –

The train… now rolling trick- tricky-trick-track.

Deceitful perceptions cracking my back.

No touch of a hand, barren and bare,

While passionate promises wither away.

Giorgio de Chirico, “The Uncertainty of the Poet,” 1913

*Author’s Note:  This post is in response to a prompt given by Mark Kerstetter, host at dVerse – Poets Pub. The aim is to “write a poem inspired by Giorgio de Chirico – the man, his art or one of his works in particular” (MK).  

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Posted on August 7, 2011, in art, disillusionment and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.

  1. nice…the sparce language…the trick-tricky, children on pedestals…all give a undertone of lost…which for someone with no arms and legs might be palpable…this has a gentlepen behind it though…eloquent…

  2. you capture the bareness and barenness well – also the withering and love the pop-popping bubbles ..and trick- tricky-trick-track….gives a light feeling after all..

  3. First, you’ve posted this with a good clear image of one of my favorite paintings by de Chirico. That’s great to see.

    Your poem aches. The lines

    While promises linger, memories bleed.
    Changes once sought after, drive you to leave –

    are heart-breaking. There’s something so life-like about that fragment of a statue, and the train racing away, wasted fruit…. You’ve seen the heartache in this picture.

    • Debbie Dawnslight

      Thank you! i was feeling the heartache of it, and i agree with you that it’s “so life-like”. Thank you for your visit and insightful comment.

  4. I also selected (another) picture, with bananas and train on the background. What’s his obsession with them..ha..ha…

    I like these lines too:

    “While promises linger, memories bleed.
    Changes once sought after, drive you to leave –
    The train… now rolling trick- tricky-trick-track.
    Deceitful perceptions cracking my back.”

    Great to meet you at D’verse~

    • Debbie Dawnslight

      Thank you Haven. I enjoy visiting your posts so much. Thank you for stopping by and taking the time to respond.

  5. While promises linger, memories bleed.

    A very telling line. Just one among many. I enjoyed your poem very much.

    • Debbie Dawnslight

      telling… yes. It is hard sometimes when I know that some people who actually know me will read these lines.
      Thank you for visiting and reading and responding. 🙂

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