August 18, 2017 · 11:17 am
My son moved out today…
He packed the clothes he would need,
the books he wanted near,
his favorite mementos,
and said goodbye to his dog.
He hugged his sister, his mother,
setting his sights on new chapters and grand
excited by the anticipation
of great things to come.
While we are not sure what to do,
other than pet the dog
and avoid the empty room
at the end of the hall.
Filed under Poetry
Tagged as poem, Poetry
August 13, 2017 · 8:17 pm
I wonder if Jacqueline appreciated
the seriousness of Andy’s study
of JFK’s assassination, or his
portrayal of her life afterward?
Did Mao find the humor
in his cartoonish caricature?
Would Marilyn be secure enough
to understand no amount of screen-
printed color could hide the glamour?
Is Campbell’s appreciative of the massive
amounts of free advertising?
Did Valerie know her bullets would alter
the tone-focus-mood of the art
as much as they altered the body
of the artist?