Christina’s World

I wrote this postcard poem during my week at the Writers League of Texas retreat in Alpine, Texas, at the Sul Russ State University. In the past, I have always been intrigued by poetry but lacked the guts to try it out at a higher level. The outcome was a life-changing experience and opened the doors to a life in poetry thanks to my teacher and poet, Scott Wiggerman. The inspiration came from a postcard I bought at New York’s MoMA of Andrew Wyeth’s 1948 painting titled Christina’s World.

Christina’s World

There is more solitude here than expected

Even the wind has gone away.

In the empty house, I hear your footsteps,

but you are not here.

My mind is astray.

The green grass is fading into an ochre field.

The gray sky mingles with my blurred thoughts

of anguish and desire.

I yearn for you, my love.

That pink dress you gave me

fades each day you are not here.