Poem by Stephen Mead


Pictures To Live In

Will they ever step from the frames?
Here’s thresholds of landscapes.
Here’s seraphim in a Cezanne jug.
Here’s a Magi’s concealed vision
On the verge of pushing through—–

By day, by night,
In museums, in work studios, above
Restaurant diners even, the offerings
Play croquet & wait to live within
Pictured as cells of pure life…

Sculpted so, & yet malleable, the seen
But now unseen carry on like Munch’s scream
Or figures so abstract that space is a dialogue
Jostling synapses to jump
All derelict moments—–

That flash of shadow haunting the outline
Recognition fills


“Restaurant Scene” © DL Polonsky


A resident of NY, Stephen Mead is a published artist, writer, maker of short-collage films and sound-collage downloads. If you are at all interested and get the time, Google “Stephen Mead Art” or “Stephen Mead, Writer” for links to his multi-media work. Thank you.

DL Polonsky is a Boston area artist, writer, and filmmaker. His caricatures have appeared in The Boston Herald and His written work includes the children’s book The Letter Bandits from T.B.W. Books.


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