Friday, June 29, 2012

Monet at the MOMA - NYC poem #5

have to take the picture from an angle
to get it all in 

three panel profusion of muted colour 

at the end of the day
fatigue flattening spirit
and then I discover this room of calm serenity 

stand back and lose myself
in the massive upsweep of blue
fading into wisps of tan
a dark cloud of menace on the right 

as if nature’s eyelash left a mark on a cheek
after a kiss 

there is a bench and I sit
trying to inhale it all before my exit
but the feeling is fleeting
and I’m already thinking about dinner 

but for a brief moment I
swim in that eternal blue

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