A Poem is a painting
By Phebe Hesketh
A poem is a painting that is not seen,
A painting is a poem that is not heard.
That’s what poetry is-
a painting in the mind.
Without palette and brush
it mixes words into images.
The mind’s edge sharpens the knife
slashing the canvas with savage rocks
twisting the trees and limbs into tortuous shapes
as Van Gogh did
or bewitched by movement’s grace,
captures the opalescent skirts
of Degas’ ballet dancers.
But words on the page
as paint on canvas
are fixed.
It’s in the spaces between
the poem is quickened.