Cover Up

Image by and copyright Walter Parada.

Red rivers ride

fluttering flags.

A smile and a hand, freely offered

belie the tip—

it’s not a stick you know

that I’ll stick you with,

not a dream doused with dreamers.

God or Man

the mortar drips

beneath the marble—

just a dab of purity to hide

stained hands,

strawberry walls—

Humanity

drifting.

* A piece for this week’s edition of One Shoot Sunday. This week features an interview I had with the talented Californian photographer Walter Parada. I was very grateful for the images he chose to share with us, as I find them all to be absolutely striking, from his landscapes to his portraits, and on to the image featured above.

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10 thoughts on “Cover Up

  1. You hit this one right out the ball park, Chris. What a blend of abstract thought and concrete imagery..
    Those last lines will be with me a long, long time:

    just a dab of purity to hide

    stained hands,

    strawberry walls—

    Humanity

    drifting…

    Damn!

  2. Really *really* like this one, Chris, tight and focused, layered, all the good words, but poems can be all that and still not speak to me as this one does. Esp. like “…it’s not a stick you know/that I’ll stick you with…” Ain’t that the truth.

  3. “…God or Man

    the mortar drips

    beneath the marble—

    just a dab of purity to hide

    stained hands,…”

    These lines to me speak of the ultimate “cover up”, the fatal weakness of ‘gods and men’ whose ‘stained hands’ expose them, us, somehow. As always from you, a perfect poem, Chris! Thank you for sharing it.

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