Making Art


Everything breathes
As if but as a fiction
As is even a notion of time

For all this roaring
This Trumpetting horrorscope
Is in Truth both quite illusory
And also long long past
Long fixed in sticky time while

Fixed as the Mona Lisa
I step back to reflect
Or else lose myself

In my imaginings
Of the meaning
Of her smile while
While death creeps
On tiptoes nearer


About Ben Naga

Pilgrim on the lam. Please feel free to explore the links to learn more. I trust you will find some things there will have been worth the effort. See you there.

Posted on April 22, 2017, in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Resonating with this powerful poem, Ben. “Sticky time” – yes…. And we all need to “step back…” Great last lines!

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  2. I love those “quantum moments”. (Good term – anything with the word “quantum” in it…)

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