Progress

Ekphrastic (based on art)

M.C. Escher, Progress

 

 

 

We march,

We stomp,

To the beat of the drum.

 

We strut,

We walk,

Heads held high, noses in the air.

 

All this marching,

All this walking,

But where have we gone?

 

What have we done?

Walked and walked

Until the steps were worn smooth?

 

 

Our shoes have fallen apart.

The soles of our feet blistered,

Callused by the constant tread.

 

Walking,

Marching,

To nowhere at all.

 

Progress?

We’ve made none,

But we’re content with marching to the beat of the drum.

Author's Note

This is an ekphrastic poem based on M.C. Escher's Ascending and Descending.
Enjoy ^^

Reviews

[Not Your Typical New Yo..]

This is fantastic!!! Love the surreal picture, and how your poem work through. I'm a huge fan of abstract and surreal work. Great work.

[AmongSavages]

Thank you ^^