Unfinished Landscape, mid 20th century by Paul Whitener
after “Unfinished Landscape, mid 20th century” by Paul Whitener
Who wouldn’t want to go
to such a place, where edges don’t exist,
where everything is serpentine
as clouds or smoke rising,
every color embracing another,
supple curve of valley and hill,
lazy curl of trees bent
toward rolling earth,
the ground itself little more
than hammock to lounge into,
melt, thaw, become.
Scott Owens reads his work at the December 13, 2014 Art of Poetry event at the Hickory Museum of Art.
Photo courtesy of Roger and Ginny Sanford.
This poem is hypnotic in its imagery! Beautiful.
Thank you, Pat. Your comment describes perfectly the mood the painting put me into — oddly akin to Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.”