August 2014
Having published almost 1,000 poems, I have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and the Rhysling Award. My poetry appears in print and online journals, anthologies and chapbooks throughout the world. In 2013, I published my first full-length collection, Parallels: Selected Ekphrastic Poetry, 2009-2012.
THREE EKPHRASTIC POEMS
1. Sun
Zarina - woodcut; 1999 (from the series Home is a Foreign Place)
Zarina - woodcut; 1999 (from the series Home is a Foreign Place)
Wherever, whenever you go
however far
by whatsoever means
whatever place you seek
at journey’s end
the sun if-ever is never
a place called home
nor evermore
a time to live.
however far
by whatsoever means
whatever place you seek
at journey’s end
the sun if-ever is never
a place called home
nor evermore
a time to live.
2. The Eye Like a Strange Balloon Mounts Toward Infinity
Odilon Redon - oiled charcoal on paper; 1882
The eye, a child’s balloon, ascends
to question everything it sees below
and beg for answers from the sky
that seems to know the only truth—
why the earth is blue, not green,
neither square nor flat
why everyone below appears so small
and dies alone and indistinct.
Such a strange balloon it is
so much a child’s
that climbs to Heaven on a prayer
questioning everything it sees above—
why the clouds are white, not red
forever changing to somethings else
other than what they were before
and if, in fact, Heaven is
where it was meant to be.
to question everything it sees below
and beg for answers from the sky
that seems to know the only truth—
why the earth is blue, not green,
neither square nor flat
why everyone below appears so small
and dies alone and indistinct.
Such a strange balloon it is
so much a child’s
that climbs to Heaven on a prayer
questioning everything it sees above—
why the clouds are white, not red
forever changing to somethings else
other than what they were before
and if, in fact, Heaven is
where it was meant to be.
3. The Frozen Sounds
Adolph Gottlieb - oil on canvas; 1951
Adolph Gottlieb - oil on canvas; 1951
Sounds frozen in the zero air
cold winds that numb
neither rising nor falling
a pinioned bird
with feathers hard as ice
unable to fly or land
silent in the glacial slow
then silent at the absolute
a symphony of silence
never heard.
cold winds that numb
neither rising nor falling
a pinioned bird
with feathers hard as ice
unable to fly or land
silent in the glacial slow
then silent at the absolute
a symphony of silence
never heard.
©2014 Neil Ellman