Irene Mitchell


Self Portrait With Sour Grapes - Poem by Irene Mitchell

Lyric hardball
is to be played with reverence
in the mind's court,
a game of solitaire
with sonic underpinnings.

The court is limed. I play
within its boxes
until I am the only one left wondering,
What is the point
of rules which kill momentum?

Better to play on a sunless day
as eyes have no tolerance for strobe.
Brow should remain cool throughout.

The grayer the day, the higher the stakes
because darker, as later,
implies a boundless field.

Cunning moves are made
in the misty relevance of twilight,
one's own overcast moody empire.

In this realm there is no need for triumph
or fleeting reward,
just a small honorarium
for forging the fiord
when light was loved
and it did not hurt to falter.

Topic(s) of this poem: artistic work

Form: Free Verse


Comments about Self Portrait With Sour Grapes by Irene Mitchell

  • Adeline Foster (2/1/2016 5:55:00 PM)


    I too benefited from the second reading and enjoyed it. Read mine - Brush Strokes -
    Adeline
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  • Pamela Sinicrope (1/24/2016 10:30:00 AM)


    This was an interesting poem to read. I was puzzled but attracted to the idea behind the writing and the colorful images/ideas you presented: lyric hardball, forging the fjord, the grater the day, the higher the stakes. I interpreted this poem as a Ln interpretation of the artistic process... Could be with any kind of art, but for me, writing. For you? I would guess writing too. Bell done. Made me think and imagine. Thanks! (Report) Reply

  • Kim Barney (1/3/2016 11:46:00 PM)


    I enjoyed this poem so much I had to come back and read it again. Thanks for still having it here. (Report) Reply

  • Kim Barney (12/13/2015 5:56:00 PM)


    Very nice. I especially like the lines:
    What is the point
    of rules which kill momentum?
    I agree totally.
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  • Dr.tony Brahmin (11/26/2015 3:40:00 PM)


    In this realm there is no need for triumph
    or fleeting reward, this is a great realization of life that comes from the experience of life. thank you. tony
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 24, 2015



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