They say opposites attract.
I say we’re proof that theory
works. I do his seeing for him
—no blind leading the blind
in this relationship. And look!
We could be framed, we’re
paired so well, his shoulder
meeting mine where I slide
in close; his left hand gripping
low, my right up high, both of us
angling for perfect symmetry.
Try your hand?
Write a poem of your own, based on the painting by Evy Lareau or choose a line from Maureen’s poem as a starting place. Post on your blog and link to us (we love that), or just drop your poems here in the comment box.
We recently featured part of an interview with Evy Lareau about her work as an art instructor in a correctional facility. Maureen posted the rest of that interview at her Writing Without Paper yesterday.