Still Life
by John Herlihy
The beauty of a still life
Serenity held in repose
An image free of strife
A door never to close
Solitary flower in a vase
The image held in cameo
Dark shadows that amaze
Faint whispers of a piano
A lemon resting on a plate
Another resting on its side
Seducing eager eyes as bait
An image that has never lied
Sole image without motion
Evoking a melancholy mood
Without any clear emotion
This still life stripped nude
Faint light falls across a table
Shadows speak of intimacy
Intimacy in this visual fable
So haunting in its mystery
Hush, silence tells a tale
That may be keenly heard
As in the beauty of braille
A moral without a word
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Copyright ©John Herlihy
Sunday 6 June 2025
Like Odin expressed, as well as your poem. Contemplating a still life is like slowing down I just taking in something that isn't moving or changing all the time.
Ron