Ragtag Daily Prompt Thursday: Abstract in Black and White
( sort of )
If I wanted to tell the story
about the world as it is in this moment
compared to the one I came from
and the one I am going to end up living in
a year or so from now,
I think I would tell it in fragments
a smile there
a betrayal there
a nightmare that stayed with me long after I woke up and started my day.
Bad jokes, kind gestures, Mozart, Robert Johnson and Abba made my house a home
walking my dog up hills, why are there so many half eaten hamburgers at the side of the road?
It’s not hard to be polite in line if you have to stand
six feet away from someone
now we can smirk or grimace because nobody can see the
lower half of your face or hear what you say under your breath.
Life was a completed puzzle that the obstinate cats of the world
shoved off the table
piece by piece
to the floor
but not before they ate that one piece that goes in the middle
that one piece that made it all make sense
That’s the story I would tell.
::: Below are some portraits by Wassily Kandinsky that I spent some time looking at before I wrote today’s piece:::