let the games begin…

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her body
is not
a temple
nor
worshipped
by those
who stroll
by her
on the street
disregarding
her presence
as they
divert their eyes
to some
city funded
sculpture
of the madonna
while trading
clever quips
of the olympic games
but
out here
the sport
is
survival
gaining access
to the souls
of others
shaming them
into acknowledgment
that
life
is not
fair
and
there are
those
who long
for
just
a warm meal
and
a safe bed
away from
urine filled
doorways
a prize
greater than
a gold
medal

you’re sure that’s madonna….

A Classic Art ChallengeHere we are at the fourth round of another poetry challenge between my good friend  Jade and myself. This time, the writing will be prompted by five paintings, ranging from classical to modernist. We hope you will enjoy this as much as we do!

Today’s painting is:  “Madonna of the Rabbit” by the Renaissance master Tiziano Vecellio (Titian)

girl
on my way
downtown
i saw this poster
saying that
the art gallery
had a picture of
madonna and her kid
so I checked
the guy outside said
sure do have madonna
so i went on in
every tuesday
it’s free
girl friend
that wasn’t the madonna
i know
there was this woman
being handed a child
in a field of green
now  there’s
something
i can identify with
coming from the projects
and a rabbit
touching her other hand
the picture didn’t say
a damn thing to me
but the docent said
it was a picture of
the real
madonna
guess that’s
why the rabbit wasn’t dead
that  immaculate conception thing
anyway
given the subject matter
and the possible
heavenly repercussions
i decided to study the picture
still couldn’t see anything
except for that old man in the back
personally
i would have never
turned my back
on him
i thanked
the young lady for her time
and wondered
why in the hell
i had wasted
mine