Joined in blood and ancestry to the <br />absurdity of your impetuous absence <br />are the cryptic crisscrossing lines <br />or the eddies of your detached dandelion <br />your way of seeing conceiving solitude <br />but that was 2002 and you bore me in 2007 <br />so its not me it’s the other guy <br />we never talked about <br />adding to the ravages of your wasteland <br />this reptile! gnawing at your innards <br />at right angles -you know I hate maths! ! <br />but then I remember something <br />that you never told me <br />its about that absence <br />the mauves, the grays and blues <br />all of me and none of you <br /> <br />* A narration of paintings by my Muskroot in acrylic and collage on luan panel presently hung somewhere in the solitude of University of Connecticut, USA. Poem is incomplete without the painting! !<br /><br />Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/solitude-i-ii/
