The swirling, hazy perspective on a long summer's day. The feeling as if time has halted. Expansive blue sky dotted with lazy clouds, watched from patches of warm, tickling grass. The swish of clothing, movement. The sudden shade of a parasol overhead.
It feels like living.
Posted in response to the challenge Painting.
The rush of information from a single swipe
Is a current that threatens to sweep me away
Each new voice adding another issue to the many already bouncing around my head.
The late nights usually surrendered to sleep
Are instead spent rolled over on our sides
Eyelids weak and the arms that hold up our heads weaker
As we run rivers of words out of our mouths.
The portal opens in those fleeting moments that feel like they are about to crescendo, about to climb the final step to see over the mountain top.
Comments
I absolutely love this poem/description of Monet's painting. It makes me wish all of the descriptions at museums were written like this :)
Thanks! That means a lot :)
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