At the poetry reading on Saturday I shared primarily from Where in the World We Meet, but I also read some newer work (and even work-in-progress).
One poem I did not get to read was this one, gleaned from my 2014 poetic journal. It's not really an ekphrastic poem, but it does have to do with art. Anyway, I like it.
Patron of the Arts
But of this we shall make an image
From the mind of the artist
Some intention unintended
Through anonymous strokes of despair
Or perhaps some wild-eyed vision
Of the thing itself
Where only the idea lingers
Upon the canvas like an elision
Discovered in the higher altitudes of air