The Image on the Wall By Jimmy Chen

The Image on the Wall By Jimmy Chen

I went to the Brawn barThat gave many a twisting shot,

And I stopped and looked at the Image

   That at some moments seemed

To jump off the wall with dimension

From the moment the ink had sunk

Life came from an artists mind

  To the mesmerizing stone pallet.

I thought I felt something against my neck

   It was her, the artist, I was certain.

Though she did not show expressions

   On her confident and bold face,

And there it was, the vibe

I felt it once before I moved into this city.

Yet I want to continue feeling this vibe.
I am not one to reminisce on past endears,

But this artist and her art opens my mind to 

universes unexplored by us.

The Shadow on the Stone by Thomas Hardy

I went by the Druid stone

   That broods in the garden white and lone,   

And I stopped and looked at the shifting shadows   

   That at some moments fall thereon

   From the tree hard by with a rhythmic swing,   

   And they shaped in my imagining

To the shade that a well-known head and shoulders   

   Threw there when she was gardening.

      I thought her behind my back,

   Yea, her I long had learned to lack,

And I said: 'I am sure you are standing behind me,   

   Though how do you get into this old track?'   

   And there was no sound but the fall of a leaf   

   As a sad response; and to keep down grief

I would not turn my head to discover

   That there was nothing in my belief.

      Yet I wanted to look and see

   That nobody stood at the back of me;

But I thought once more: 'Nay, I'll not unvision   

   A shape which, somehow, there may be.'   

   So I went on softly from the glade,

   And left her behind me throwing her shade,   

As she were indeed an apparition—

   My head unturned lest my dream should fade.