a wall of Dali clocks

where we lose count
time does not slide
to  drape careless
as yesterday’s coat
over the back of a chair
or hang on a hook

that process of unbecoming
is a measured but uncountable thing
in a landscape where colors run
and paint is not paint
but stained glass
throwing light through canvas

The Persistence of Memory, Salvador Dali, 1931


About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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30 Responses to a wall of Dali clocks

  1. davidtrudel says:

    The measure, if there is one, is a fluid anti-measure. Great read!

  2. Green Speck says:

    “that process of unbecoming
    is a measured but uncountable thing” very well said !!!

  3. I love this. Dali is a favorite and of my son’s. This print hangs in his bedroom. The imagery of the coat draped careless over the back of the chair is wonderful.

  4. Beth Camp says:

    I’m late already this morning, but when I spotted your image of Dali, I bounced over to see this beautiful poem, so connected to what is real. Thank YOU.

  5. This line is so eloquent… it seemed to float from your pencil. (Perhaps it did?)

    time does not slide
    to drape careless
    as yesterday’s coat
    over the back of a chair

    Love this poem!!

  6. Mama Zen says:

    Excellent write. Really striking imagery!

  7. janehewey says:

    measured but uncountable. brilliant! what a striking poem, Susan.

  8. shanjeniah says:

    Susan –

    Your poetry deepens and inspires me. So lovely, so eloquent, so true…

    Lovely lovely loveliness…

    This triggered a night of dreaming, a day of attending to my own perceptions of time…and a poem is coming alive inside me…

    Thanks for being here! ❤

  9. Lena Corazon says:

    Oh, this is gorgeous. Dali was the first thing I thought of when I read the prompt, and you’ve captured those dripping clocks so well.

  10. Love the Dali connection ~ final line stunning 🙂

    • Thanks much, Polly. When I used to visit that museum in St. Pete in Florida, as I walked along the wall, it was a similar feeling to walking down a hallway of an old cathedral, watching light pour through stained glass on both sides. The only thing missing was the light pattern on the floor.

  11. nelle says:

    Words as beautiful as the painting…

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