Open Poetry #36 |
Monet’s Eyes |
Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
I suppose Even I’m surprised at times At what and who I see Go as near or far in France As you may choose You will never find such poppies In a field Nor a woman As eternally feminine However dressed in white So perfect in the light of day There are no unpleasant smells Along my shores No too cold or sickly heat Words abused or hopes betrayed This old brain has finally learned These eyes still full of youngster dreams Will play their tricks ignoring facts No matter how stark they are With brush and paints tones and tints On any empty space that couldn’t care less For what I say Or do Or make of it— Or her |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
John, you've captured Monsiuer Monet beautifully within these words. I enjoyed the way you brushed the scene into a personal poetic portait. Indeed, a blank canvas cares not what we think. Or does it? ~for you~ /pip/Forum93/HTML/003534.html |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
Art is, as you, a consumate artist show us so well, the finding of what is possible and showing it True, even if never true. ...as you've done here. ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
Thanks Ed . . . Happy Holidays John |
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