Sunday, March 8, 2009

Karen Klingman

I wonder what it is about Monet
I'm not the only one
drawn to quiet
peaceful skies
seas of rippled calm
reflecting life in such an easy way

I see no tension in his strokes
moss green poplars float along with breeze
majestic skiffs glide without destination
old world white buildings
crowned with caps of sienna and ochre
await my visit

I'm lost in pleasure
just being here
vibrant hushed blues and greens
embrace me
indulgent clouds caress me
I surrender to the bliss

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