Midnight Cubism Poem by Barry Middleton
Midnight Cubism
she hides in shadows of midnight
and often steps into my dreams
she is always there
she has so many names
so many disguises
she is written on these faded pages
she may be a lover lost in time
sometimes I do not know her
she is like broken stained glass
shards of memory
reassembled by Picasso
and yet she always seems familiar
she seems to remember me
and I recall the feeling of springtime
as I hold her in my arms
Wowwwww. What a wonderful write. Very creative just as the painting is. Art and dreams are interlinked, both complement each other. A super 10.
Thanks Nosheen. Dreams are by there very nature impressionist, never a photographic depiction.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/10/2024 12:00:38 AM # 1.0.0.1119
shards of memory reassembled by Picasso, very innovative perception, so true because in our dreams we mostly thing and feel through icon and not words!
that's why art has much to do with dreams, at least much more than with the words of rationalism.
Exactly, icons, representations, images not words. Thanks.