Analemma
The other morning The Pieta A small replica On a shelf Found by the sun Bright and full The sun Straddling the culminating point Of its northward journey Peeks through the window Just so Twice each year Just before Shortly after The summer solstice For a couple of days It warms That lower shelf Why the intrusion? That draws my eyes An intrusion Into my time My time for solitude, contemplation An intrusion© 2012 Thomas W. Cummins
Tags: Pieta, poetry, spirituality, summer solstice
In a dim light... 
July 18, 2012 at 1:27 pm |
Thank you for your exquisite poem.l was in Rome and l visited the Vatican and saw the real Pieta.Michael Anglo was a brilliant Artist.Regards. Jalal
July 18, 2012 at 2:05 pm |
Jalal: We also had an opportunity to see the Pieta in person. In fact, my small replica was purchased just down the street from St. Peter’s. As an added treat, we saw Moses on our last evening in Rome, and David several days earlier in Florence. Those sculptures are simply beyond any expectations one might have.
June 29, 2016 at 7:02 am |
Reblogged this on In a dim light… and commented:
It’s that time of year again. Always eye-catching, thought-provoking.