A Painting Of A Beautiful Young Woman Crying On A Park Bench As Pierrot In A Pointed White Hat Waits In The Background Poem by Dennis Ryan

Monday morning, May 13, 2024 at 9: 05 a.m. and 9: 42 a.m.

"She took my blindness, and she led me through …"
—Dan Fogelberg, "Beggar's Game", from the studio album Phoenix (1979) , You Tube Music Video

There is a painting of a beautiful, young woman
sitting on a park bench weeping, her head bent low,
her hands in her face, and Pierrot in a pointed white
hat, his hands crossed in front of him, dutifully waiting
—for her? —in the background. I believe I am that
Pierrot in a pointed dunce's cap, stupid and unable
to move, to act, as behind the stage curtain Harequin
pantomimes, and perhaps will make off with the woman
because of my indecisiveness. However, I will not give
him the opportunity as there is still time to act and still
love left to find. I have not been able to locate this
painting though I have searched far, wide, and cannot
name it—perhaps it is, perhaps, a Cezanne, a Gaugine
or maybe even an Henri Rousseau as the painting itself
is dream-like, perhaps the product of the artist's dream
revelry. La Vie Reve De Ange—do I wake or sleep?
Life seems to boils down to this puzzling search for love,
is about making correct choices in this joker's world.