Still Life by Julia Medvedev
Fragments of bread
hours after supper
fill my ceaseless hunger —
Midnight and the light
is sparse,
the camel-eyed windows
gaze
at Giacometti
shadows —
Daybreak alights:
I laugh with the warblers,
and the breath of my nostrils
fires the oven,
the bread for my hunger,
once again.
by D. G. Vachal © 2013
lilies, sparrows and grass 
As always, Dee, the picture you paint with words takes my breat away. And yet, I imagine myself, returning through the night to the crumbs left on the plate………. Love to you, my friend. ~ Bobbie
Dear Bobbie, I smile at the thought of you returning through the night to the crumbs left on the plate….Thank you, I am so happy you liked this poem. Love, Dee
Reblogged this on Nature’s Abhorred Vacuum.
Thank you for reblogging!
that last verse gives life to every line, every vein!
Thank you, Deb. Wonderful to know your thoughts on the last verse. Love, Dee
I love the way you conjoined the figurative with the subsequent literal, Dee – at least, that’s how I received your verse.
The opening stanza was especially profound. I love the layer within the layer.
Peace and blessings,
Eric
Thank you, Eric. Love your take on the poem, following through its layered progression. Peace and blessings, Dee
Ravishing picture, and wonderful words…
Thanks, Valerie. Am delighted that you like this poem. Best wishes, Dee
Lovely as always, Deb! 🙂
Thank you, Joseyphina! Wonderful to know you enjoyed this piece. 🙂
absolutely love the words you paint!
Oh Heidi, thank you for your gracious and encouraging words.
You present a beautiful picture here
Thank you so much for reading many of my posts. It is a wonderful feeling to have you visit my blog. All the best, Dee
Purity of milk and diamonds . . . favorite line, so divine, Hugs, Kathi
Thank you so much, Kathi. I am so glad you like this line. Hugs, Dee
What a beautiful collaboration — words and image.