Visibly Invisible
An Ekphrastic Sonnet
Some contemporary minds seem so smug
Dismissing the soul as a quaint, old myth
Sweeping sublime strangeness under the rug
Studying swords and ignoring the smith
Contemplate this ecstasy ravished whore
Friend and confidante of a mortal god
Spat upon; impossible to ignore
Where is the locus of her feelings, odd?
In her frontal lobe, perhaps, or her knee?
In the left ventricle of her raw heart?
Perhaps this painting is both lock and key
Its audible silence shows it is art
The part of you that feels real ecstasy
Is visibly impossible to see
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts4 days ago in Longevity
Comments (6)
Deep thinking happening here. Love that. Great sonnet!
I see you are a big fan of Caravaggio, the player of lights? What is she feeling? Agony, longing? despair? It's impossible to see into the painter's mind, beliefs, interpretation of Scripture. I think we look into our own as we try to make sense of his.
"Is visibly impossible to see" I raised my eyebrows in fascination! I love the way you develop this thought-process at the end of your poem! 💌
Deep and thought-provoking. It all comes down to knowing yourself.
You did it well as always!
Oh wow, this certainly was so deep. Loved your poem so much!