Maria Keane, two poems


Cezanne Speaks to Artists Who Wait to be Inspired

“I struggle with the meaning of life.

I paint the ambiguous appearance of reality,

and the absurdity of death.

Red apples roll in the crease of my canvas

tempting limits of line and space.

Though I have not tried everything yet,

where would they be without me?

The essence of nothing is complete because

nothing can be completed.

Yet some survive the test,

feel rescued from

the enigma of my reach.

Yet my loneliness persists,

blankets the earth,

smothers life

beneath a barren tree.

Imitators exhaust themselves

plodding ahead

in worn boots.

Yet their struggles persist.

Their waiting, never over.”

Cool Blue Morning

Seen from space

gases in the atmosphere<