Maple floor revealed
beneath ancient carpet glue,
the smell of tar shampoo.
Dr. Pepper tastes like
childhood. My skin is much worse
since last you touched it.
That station wagon was a tank,
or a bassinet, or a womb.
He, and you, gone too soon.
The famous singer's girlfriend
made a mosaic stars & stripes.
I was in the process of leaving.
Do you still suck your thumb?
Press your belly against
the cool wall. I pieced a star.
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| mosaic by marian, photo by marian |
This weekend's prompt to the Real Toads is a photo gallery of Isaiah Zagar's mosaic installations by Daryl Edelstein. I was inspired to write the story of a mosaic I created, photographed above. Below is my favorite of Zagar's mosaics. 4,000 Poets, yes!
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| mosaic by Isaiah Zagar photo by Daryl Edelstein |
I'm glad you find a home for your childhood Dr. Pepper thought.
ReplyDeletebeautiful star, The symbolism is deep.
Fantastic, kiddo! I love your mosaic! And Dr Pepper tastes like childhood to me too. Also the very yucky Jack and Jill cough syrup. They used to put "mustard plasters" on our chests back in the day. True story. Real mustard. I know how a hot dog feels.
ReplyDelete*giggle*
DeleteHow lovely.. it reads like a series of memory fragments all pieced together to make an artistic whole.
ReplyDeleteI love the mosaic, both the physical, and the poem--each little phrase setting a thought and a memory in place...sad, but also sweet as Dr Pepper.
ReplyDeleteSo many bits of poignant memory pieced, Marian, this poem feels very dream-like. Great write and mosaic! :)
ReplyDeletethe poem is a mosaic :)
ReplyDeletePieces of memory, put together in a wonderful mosaic, and you actually did a real mosaic too! Wow...totally cool!
ReplyDeletei took a mosaic class. tried to piece together a word mosaic :)
ReplyDeletethank you all for reading and liking. xo