Roots (conversations)


Henri Matisse, The Conversation, 1910-1912

Her laughter
shatters the lake,
words fall like ice chips.

His finger-tapping
A rat-a-tat drumming
Covering and uncovering
A tent with an open door

Her demeanor
unbecoming
the conversation to settle a score.

His words carefully crafted
Yet erratic and confusing
She sits enamored
Albeit a bit amusing.

Showing her rage
the hardly recognized behavior
he studies her all night long.

His pursuit to answer
Raked in the rape
Only to find her disappeared
In a conversation of rapport.

(The picture has nothing to do with the meeting described but I loved the colors and simplicity Matisse painted of him and his wife.)

 

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