Memory
Time stops for ageless memories,
but not for the man whose naïve youth,
killed a beautiful thing.
I wrote this brief poem in the ekphrastic style based on this painting by Robert Gibb. My hope is to convey in as few of words as possible, the lifelong endurance of heartbreak. What begins in regret, evolves into loneliness, and ends in quiet, accepted solitude. I chose to use few words in contrast to the infinite number of words needed to attempt to describe any artwork.
