Sightless tightrope walker, suicidal impetus
teeters over shark tank on the slipp'ry wire,
free falls into trolling teeth, making scarlet splashes
Sifting through the seaweed, hopeful, rediscovered
floating in a wonder tub of effervescent tingles
bathed in honey bubbles sent from seventh heaven
I have been studying Cubism (1907-1919). Objects are broken up, analyzed and reassembled in abstract form. The object is depicted from many viewpoints. There were three branches of Cubism. Pablo Picasso was one of the founders.
This poem was prompted by Picasso's The Dream.
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