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Demo Project is a small gallery in a small residential house  next door to the Springfield Art Association’s offices, gallery and restored mansion, popularly known as “the Old Edwards Place.” Demo features single artist and sometimes multiple artists’ work, welcomes the public to opening receptions and in recent  months, has invited poetry feedback from local poets, of which I have become a “”regular.” The feedback follows visits to the gallery the week or two following the opening and a subsequent sharing of poems inspired by the visual  art.  Pictured below are pictures I took during my Saturday afternoon visit.  The one pictured at the top of this post inspired the poem  I wrote an following my visit and read at the reading event which took place about a week later.

The creation  of the “ensemble”  (which are a single product like The Beatles — left to right: John, Paul, George and Ringo) inspired the poem that is shared below.

Black in a Box
by Job COnger
the weight of woe
that hangs on walls
in frames, if lead,
would crush through floors.
The futile flirt
with nothingness
impedes sweet dreams
and bars the doors.

Far more than op-
posites of o-
timistic, hopes
that rise with ev-
ry new day’s dawn
they smite inci-
pient dreams with
dark devil spawn.

The colored frames
imply eigi-
timacy to
the lie, the void,
They foster death
that lies in wait
to pulverize
the paranoid.

So I shall scoff
contemptuous to
the grim tableau
that oozes dread
and celebrate
rainbows of joy
that sing to us
with glee instead.

— written at 9:25 am, March 29, 2017.

The idea of four-syllable lines came  as I wrote the third or fourth tentative line. I  knew at the start that I wanted to describe the empty BLACKness of the “ensemble” and play off the  shiny, bright frames. As I began to write the fourth stanza I knew I wanted to resolve my reaction in a positive direction. . . . and I’m satisfied with the result.

Below is an example I created with Corel PhotoPaint to suggest whimsy in the direction of color. I like the result of this whimsy as much as I like my poem.

Live long . . . . . . . and proper.



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