Articulations

1.

A whisper:

“Shall I give her a name,

or leave her alone

with the name her parents wrote?”

 

To me, she is The Robbin,

a paintbrush for travellers,

a studio on two vastless legs

of berry-blood & mineral shavings

 

that stand inland

from the coast of north California,

most days,

these days.

 

This is a still life.

An abstract painting

that deserves more details

articulated.

 

Let me put a cat

– I call her The Molly Cat –

in the bottom left-hand corner,

next to The Book of Rilke,

 

inconspicuous,

the way Vermeer

placed his Geographer’s Globe

by latticed glass.

 

Today, I’m shoving a glistening damp canvas

out of the way

into the background

to show my subject’s still alive.

 

There’s more to this work of art.

This unfinished symphony

This half-arsed hommage

To My Robbin …

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Note: The photo was taken by California painter and studio artist. Robbin T. Milne Dancing Denizens: In Search of Enki, 2017, Oil on Canvas, 60″x82″