Friday, April 9, 2010

Photographs for an Exhibit

A rusted bus,
school printed in letters bruised by time
above a pockmarked window. 
No place to navigate.

Three daiseys, whirligigs
overdressed in  a meadow of weeds 
ignore the chaos.

A woman waits at a marketplace
for the pickup truck out of the frame.
Does she see the blur as it moves away?

Linda Watskin © 2010



  1. Love the images you painted here. I was late on yesterday's poem because I was at an opening for a photography exhibit of my (and three other artist's) work. I definitely relate to your concise and well-stated impressions!

  2. This is brilliant!