Through My Eyes (When Looking at Monet)

[artrepro]

I struck upon this poem in a forum. I want to share it with you who are poetry lovers.

Through My Eyes (When Looking at Monet

-by Casey Luker

The rough outlines of the buildings, like ghosts

Seem to haunt this bay town.

The airy structures are suspended in air

And floating on water.

Thick layers of paint situate the sun to

Overpower all that it encompasses.

Here is portrayed a scene that could be found

If one was able to freeze a single slide from a

Setting within a dream.

No angles are the same,

Lines shift and the picture changes.

Intense shades of blues engulf the area

Where distinction between water and sky converge.

A bit of warm color is present,

But only in a tiny, red circle where fits of

Orange and yellow become prevalent;

My gaze lingers here, hypnotized.

[andsome]

Lovely. We visited his garden a few years ago. Just being there was very emotional, it is unbelievably beautiful.