Description: This is just a fun piece about a work of art that has taken over my house. lol
One Person's Art is Another Person' -------------------------------------------
You were the most beautiful Chinese bamboo piece
I ever found at Pier I.
I wanted to ask someone Asian what the Chinese characters on it someday.
But none of the ones I asked knew.
There was a stream throughout that really looked like it might move.
And an olden bridge of a split tree trunk split in half with someone with a burden on his back
crossing the bridge. And no handrails!
There was golden red and silvery blue mist around
the, mountains. Kind of like Jimi Hendrix's psychedelic colors
I bought you when I was in college in Boston in 1981.
You are still on my wall now.
I just can't bear to part with you.
Even though you are stained brown from (ahem-etc) and some bamboo has actually fallen off completely and quite honestly you ain't what you used to be, I still want an Asian to tell me those mysterious words.
MAYBE THEN I'll be happy and sell you or (gasp!) throw you out!
You sound like my husband. He bought a van in college and it is rusted to the point that there are wholes through the metal and he won't drive it because he doesn't want it to die. He has been out of College for 6 years now and we still have his van it even has a name, The Blue Poodle. Thanks for sharing your poem.