Just dis and dat.
I have a busy head today…
The weather will not rain.
The World obsesses…screams
and blames…
as if this is the 1st time
known to man,
that lunatics have grasped the reigns.
I hear this heated groan….my brain
is heaving full of molten lead
in rhythm with a groaning world.
And I need air…. the call of gulls
to iron out my thoughts.
But in this tense conundrum
I seem rooted to this ground.
Reflecting on old Rembrandt
who remembers in this gaze.…
The family he lost to death,
and how good fortune
seized from him… by
repressed Burghers politics,
Left him a pauper, and …
Alone ..Bereft….and Dispossessed.
Kristine Byrne. Morning July 17th 2018.
Self Portrait Rembrandt van Rijn.