Ink Drawing by Chip Ghigna
He stares into the glare
of the blinding bright
white light
again tonight
He does not know
there is no
letting go
of the glow
Caught in its frame
like a moth to a flame
with no one to blame
but an X boxed game
©Charles Ghigna
9 comments:
I just read that you will be at the Decatur Book Festival this year! I am so excited!
This is haunting and terrifying and so lonely, perfect with the artwork. I love the rhyme scheme of this one and love the "moth to a flame" analogy too. A.
Thanks, Amy. It's fun to take a risk and break the rules of rhyme to see what might happen. Two rules broken here: 1.) never rhyme more than twice in the same stanza and 2.) never ever rhyme the same word/sound (i.e. "know" "no"). That last one is definitely a "know no." ;-)
Such Father/Son talent! You two make a good team!
Thanks, Diane! Chip loved having you as his teacher at Edgewood!
Love,Love Love this! Definitely my favorite poet of all time but I really LOVE the artist!! So, so talented as I have always known. I will have one of his works on my
wall someday! So proud of Chip!
Love the title, poem and the art! And I think Wildflowers is perfectly wonderful.
As a mom this poem sounds lonely and frightening. But from my son's point of view I think something is missing - the action in the center of the glow, that causes the attraction. There is real depth in the mystery here. Love the artwork too!
Sad, but true.
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