abstract expressionism// fine//but heck, how could you paint that

texture of a leaf, crisp//tickly
on my skin//the smell of bark

“i can’t do abstract”
i say

lost in just a scent, a feel,
how this colored band spans fine
between new zealand fields

wrapped in a blanket,
snuggled side by side up with my little one
we watch tv

&i don’t hear the speaker anymore, just see
the moment’s blend,
dense with atmosphere as minutes
rise, expand their wings&fly
——————————into the wide

“how did the tests go?”
“not too bad”
“mom, the contact details for columbia you sent– ”
&i explain/ as seals yawn lazy on a white beach,
salmons wiggling crazily in big basins

“they don’t grow over the winter” he says
i have grown though// into new land

“nice to have you here” i say
she smiles, placing her legs across my lap
in those weird elk socks,
with both hands i’m tickling her feet

&then just hold her

for a bit

Advertisements

18 responses to “abstract expressionism// fine//but heck, how could you paint that

  1. and you should.for as long as you have her again…
    and i bet you can do abstract….think of your verse and how little scenes
    swirl…and how once you are in the flow it just goes….yeah, i bet you could…but concrete moments…being right there with her…those are def nice too…

  2. What a wonderfully warm moment you have described, as the two of you snuggle in a blanket watching television, Claudia. This kind of moment you will treasure for a lifetime, and so will she!

  3. A moment to treasure, for sure–i love those ever-rarer times…and i agree with Brian. You absolutely can do abstract. After the tickle-fest, of course 😉

  4. I love the title. Made me smile. Somehow, in your words you combined the abstract with expressions of your moments. Don’t know how you’d pain that, but if it can be done, you will find a way.
    Enjoy your time with your daughter. The moments are precious.

  5. Enjoy each and every single moment while they last. Yet, hard as it is when they are far from the family nest, I hope you are also proud that their being away reflects on the kind of autonomy you made them feel they would be able to achieve.

  6. Claudia, this is stunning. I love the opening and closing, as well as the mid-section. 😉

    Seriously, these are my favorites:

    “lost in just a scent, a feel,
    how this colored band spans fine
    between new zealand fields”

    “&i explain/ as seals yawn lazy on a white beach,
    salmons wiggling crazily in big basins”

  7. Every poem of yours I read takes me on a journey from point A to point B via surprise; every surprise is like a two- or three-second video clip. All of it amazes me, always.

  8. Of course you can do the abstract, smiles ~ Just a lovely and tender moment ~ I can’t imagine my daughter far away from me, ha ~ And I believe you when you say we can grow with their absence ~

  9. I like how you sink in cozy atmosphere with your ‘little one’…nice, funny phrase ‘i have grown though// into new land’ …think your art very close to something surreal ala Chagall though….

  10. o,C … what a lovely, tender moment with your “little” one … we still call our kids “die Kleinen” … they are 30 and 31 … smiles