This is a bit of verse inspired by the work of one of my favorite artists, the Belgian surrealist René Magritte (1898-1967).
If you are not familiar with his work, the Google image search is your friend.
Magritte Suite
Who am I? Where am I? What is this place?
I can see nothing but this apple
that hovers in front of my face.
This painting said it wasn't a pipe.
I know that was no joke,
because when I tried to light it,
it simply went up in smoke.
A castle atop a boulder
hovers in the air,
but nobody seems to know
how it stays up there.
Things look grim at the moment,
but please don't give in to despair.
A bird-shaped patch of bright blue sky
is calling to us from the air.
The sky is filled with men in bowler hats.
Nobody seems to know why.
Are they coming down like rain,
or rising into the sky?
Maybe they just hover
with no place to go.
Who are these well-dressed gents?
Nobody seems to know.
A man whose body is a cage
keeps a white dove
where his heart should be.
Another dove sits on a ledge outside,
and hopes he will soon
set his captive dove free.
She stands naked by the sea,
smiles and gently closes her eyes.
She is her own horizon,
and she slowly becomes the sky. - Jeff Barnes
