salting away his riches
he hungers for the painting
desperate for only his eyes
to gaze upon its loveliness
certain to be contented
he takes the portrait home
and is captivated by its beauty
admiring this exquisite work of art
then, he notices a chink in the frame
next, a blemish on the canvas
each day exposes a new flaw
spoiling his masterpiece
fuming with resentment
disdain replaces awe
as he examines each defect
with a fine-tooth comb
Amy Corbin has been previously published in filling Station, The Cynic, Ascent Aspirations, Shine, Every Day Poets, Ignavia Press, Every Day Fiction, and Haruah: A Breath of Heaven. She will soon be published in Flask and Pen and The Battered Suitcase. She likes to sing in her car.
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Posted on July 1, 2009 in Literary
12 Responses to “THE PAINTING • by Amy Corbin”
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July 1st, 2009 at 7:11 am
In what distant corner of the universe did this odd thing happen?
July 1st, 2009 at 7:15 am
I love you, Roberta! I’m going to write a poem called “Roberta”.
July 1st, 2009 at 7:26 am
Amy – They say “Familiarity breeds comtempt.” If we ever meet, I hope I love you too, even after you write a poem called “Roberta.”
July 1st, 2009 at 7:47 am
“Familiarity breeds contempt” — exactly what I think this poem is about! Beginning in hunger & desperate desire, and flowing, in time to resentment & disdain. I like it Amy!
July 1st, 2009 at 8:45 am
Thank you for your poem. I liked it very much.
July 1st, 2009 at 12:04 pm
Roberta the bright frame
Of the Every Day Boards
Bemuses and beguiles
Each day I seek out her remarks
Rancorous or cantankerous or merely simple
Types out her comments with blunt candour –
Amusing, trite, tedious, witty, useless piece
Okay, it needs some honing, but this is what I got so far!
July 1st, 2009 at 6:56 pm
I agree with PSC….that chink in the frame is never so visible as when it’s in our own private space for good!
July 2nd, 2009 at 2:55 am
True!
July 2nd, 2009 at 8:47 am
I think, I’ll try a real poem next, and send it to EDP.
Revels in words
Oscillating between love, hate, and indifference
Bright frame of bemusement and befuddlement
Every Day I seek out her candid comments
Rancorous or cantankerous or explanatory
Types out her reflections with refreshing frankness
Amusing, trite, tedious, witty, useless piece – Roberta
July 3rd, 2009 at 6:09 am
Amy – Reading between the lines, (and you know it’s one of my hobbies), you seem to be suffering some sort of deep disappointment in which you somehow have entangled me. If your comments are more useful, please do not neglect to offer them to the other readers for their additional consideration.
July 3rd, 2009 at 6:51 am
No, Roberta. I’m not disappointed or suffering or enatgled up in you. I do admire your frank way, and appreciate how you speak (or write) your mind. I have nothing useful to offer…just silly banter!
July 3rd, 2009 at 8:06 am
Amy – I never imagined you were entangled up in me. I thought you sounded entangled up in some disappointment in which you wanted to involve me. I have learned a great deal from the other writers here, and my comments are the probings of my mind for my own purposes of understanding. I don’t mind sharing these thoughts with others who may be doing the same. This is called “conversation.” If a reader finds it useful, all to the good. If not, skip it.