A Bit of a Blur

An abandoned bottle on concrete,
The beer has lost its fizz.
Oddly abandoned while full,
a two toned green shadow behind a bright winter sun.
A story in that still life, you are sure,
but it is not your story.

Not all still life paintings and pictures are beautiful.
Some are raw and unsettled,
a point in time where it all stops.
Abandonment perhaps, or trouble on the precipice
the moment before disaster. Or maybe love,
a keystroke away. The thing is, in that moment,
you don’t know.

Too often, you have lived in your own still life,
that beautiful frightening moment of uncertainty,
having to make a decision without prescience,
without knowing what all the elements outside your view
are doing, where they are moving,
to or from. With lips parted or teeth bared,
you choose not to wait ,and right or wrong,
create a new painting, far from still,

A bit of a blur, a moving target,
creating your corner of the story
while people watch, or don’t,
and everyone is surprised.

About this poem

You will have to find your own meaning in this one. Feeling a bit flat, I took a photograph and wrote to it, never knowing where I was going.

The picture was taken across Boston Bay from the city, on a pier.

Tom