Mona Lisas and Mirages

Summer sunset turns the sky

Into a Mona Lisa.

Renaissance and reverie fade together as red

Fades into pink into orange

And clouds meander from one corner of sky

To another. The haze takes over us

We drown in this mirage.

She holds her seven-year-old self in her hands

Collecting one strand at a time

Ripped at every edge

We collect mud from the dead sea

Hoping it will make her feel like a masterpiece again

We hold our breath as she sits

Before a window smeared with fingerprints

Of patients whose presence has been noted

She rests on bleached cotton sheets

Overlooking a field of truffula trees, a

Sixteenth century portrait, and wild speculations.


à bientôt




One thought on “Mona Lisas and Mirages

  1. Seemingly innocuous, this poem has an overwhelming theme only clarified when one takes into account form.

    Love is often found in unknown places. In this case: in between the lines.

    Beginning with the first enigmatic symbol, the form of this poem lends a great amount to its secondary meaning. An ambiguous reading of the line “Into a Mona Lisa,” were it not succeeded by a punctuation mark, begins the next statement: an oddly worded phrase commenting on how the speaker is lost in emotion. The specific emotion being love, in this case.

    Following with the trend of form denoting meaning, the line about haze also has secondary meaning. One only has to read “To another. The haze takes over us” to comprehend the significance of transitioning to mention “us” or humans in general. Is the haze a detraction of love, or something else entirely? Shortly after, the introduction of a main character holding her past self proves the thought of detraction to be correct.

    “Ripped at every edge” can refer to many images: the mirage, “herself”, and most interestingly: the clouds. Clouds, often thought of as either wispy or full, mirror love in that it is either all encompassing or not encompassing at all.

    A sudden change of scenery rips the reader away from the theme of love, only to be reinstated with the feeling after reading the last line.

    Love, an overarching monolith of an emotion, is often mistreated and misconstrued. This poem so eloquently captures the jolting ride that is experiencing love all the while blatantly ignoring it.

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