Chiaroscuro
The point of it all may be
just this — in the end:
Shadows fold
like memories and
stretch like dreams;
Full of emptiness like
the hollows that once
housed eyes;
Roaring with silence
like a symphony of bells
without clappers;
Carrying the incense
of our seasons in
their smoky, colorless
modesty;
Freed of woe and suffering —
Freed even of joy; and
Needing nothing forever
except light.
MLydiaM ~ November 2011
St. Francis of Assisi in His Tomb, Francisco de Zurbarán, ca.1630/34
This is my nearly-too-late piece for Poetics at dVerse, where this week we are asked in a brilliantly-written prompt by Victoria to Play with Color.
I adore chiaroscuro, so selected the following from her commentary as my inspiration for the approach I took in composing my poem this week: Renaissance painters employed chiaroscuro, significant contrasts of light and dark, to add intensity and passion to their work.
Note: Discussion of the painting here.
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