Monday, July 06, 2009

with poem

[This was recently in an exhibit for paintings w an associated poem. The final lines were taken from a rather surly ex-wife poem, while the painting, despite the horse, is about something more universal. Hence, new poem for the occasion.]:

A Confrontation

facing grotesque
seemingly arbitrary fate

may fail to recognize
how well it suits you.

Please do not libel God
with claims of innocence,
accusations of cruelty.

You've known this was coming;
only the beauty
is unexpected

and the clarity

for how will you know who you are
til justice arrives
on a red horse
to break your
perfect vanity?

When will you know
who you are?

Forrest Curo