Author's Note "The Woman in an Imaginary Painting" is a series that has been coming in a rush. Imagining a painting and the woman in it allows me to look at (and to say) things that otherwise might not occur to me. I don't know what started this, nor how it will end, but here we go, for as long as she continues. Poets may think they are in charge of their work, but really they're not, as this series is proving to me daily.
from "The Woman in an Imaginary Painting" series
There is a name for that mark of white paint beside her. Does it rhyme with tedium? She doesn't know. She doesn't say why she poses. She doesn't tremble, waiting. She simply waits. _____________________ The light welcomes us. To touch her is to sing. Silence is not an absence but a prayer. And, on the hills in the distance, rain. _____________________ The woman in the painting bends into herself. She bends in- to herself. She bends into her- self. It feels good to her. It feels good.
©2020 Tom Montag
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