![]() Claude MonetA Poem by C. Harter Amos![]() For my sister, Jessica, who loves Monet, and who constantly encourages me to move forward and reach higher.![]()
Three boats were dragged onto the ecru shore,
sitting side by side,
half lit in sunset, half black in shadow,
with a streak of yellow along each keel.
Spring had come to Giverny,
The gardens were extravagantly simple:
the lilies alive in shades of purple pastels ,
the trees in lustrous evening oils.
( Camille in heaven cried
Long before Monet died
Knowing his sight,
his gift of light,
would fade away
Before the last breath,
before his last day.)
Strokes of radiance with unbounded control
made of colors innocent but bold.
Intimate lessons learned through life’s infinite array
easily captured in the paintings
of Claude Monet..
Before the painting dried,
the boats were gone;
mere marks on the horizon,
and empty water slapped the harbor
with shadows
that through myopic eyes
became perfection in his art.
© 2010 C. Harter AmosAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on May 17, 2009 Last Updated on August 14, 2010 Author![]() C. Harter AmosLexington, SCAboutBorn in the swamps of the South Carolina Low Country. Brought up on the Classics with a great deal of emphasis on music. I spent about six years at the University of South Carolina in Columbia soakin.. more..Writing
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