Also, Isn't There An Orange Ghost, Seated?
I know I'm guilty
again and again
of finding the figure
where there is none--
the clear, the sensible,
the meaningful, the desired--
desired even if stripped to sadness.
At first it was just a single eye
behind the black bar
at the edge of the orange
which has slipped to ochre,
or to sad dull green, peering out.
One eye, looking at me.
One eye, imprisoned,
or, at the very least, in hiding.
Then I saw a second eye.
It's often like this. See part, see more.
See toward what can be made whole,
or imagined whole.
It's there now, it can't be erased:
a second eye.
With two eyes, perspective is possible.
Shirley Glubka is a retired psychotherapist, the author of four poetry collections, a mixed genre collection, and two novels. Her latest poetry collection is Through the Fracture in the I: Erasure Poetry; her most recent novel: The Bright Logic of Wilma Schuh. Shirley lives in Prospect, Maine with her spouse, Virginia Holmes. Website: http://shirleyglubka.weebly.com/ Online poetry at The Ekphrastic Review here; at 2River View here; at The Ghazal Page here; and at Unlost Journal here and here.
3/22/2019 03:13:41 am
I love how Glubka invites us to help her search for images. I'm forever finding faces in patterns and smudges. Here I see a bald man dangling his feet off a bridge and blowing a pinwheel.
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