It’s A Start

The poet looked at Rembrandt’s
The Return of the Prodigal Son,

sank to his knees and sobbed.
He wrote a poem about it and

then wrote a brief explanation
of the poem in which he said

that he has been described as
cold to which he agreed. It

seems he has some difficulty
dealing with emotions. In this

case the emotions related to
his relationship with his father.

The painting evoked all those
unresolved feelings and right

there in the museum, he drop-
ped to his knees on the marble

floor and cried uncontrollably.
In the explanation, he said that

he doesn’t have any idea what
any of that meant. Might not be

a bad idea for him to explore
that, if not with a therapist,

at least in his poetry. It’s a
start.

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