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Monet's Impression, Sunrise

First impressions leave memories
That can linger for a very long time;
And give a sense of peace and understanding,
That rewards the solitude of the mind
With satisfaction, in contemplative reflection.
This may be deceiving and can mislead one to believe
That which is right may, in fact, be wrong.
Graciously’ accept the artist’s shared perception
That there is no ambiguity; only a warning
Of the impending storm threatening prevalent reasoning.

The ascending sun, with its reflection on the water,
Highlight a sense of direction as the rowers’ row,
Across the harbor at the break of morn.
Past cranes and derricks and ships at anchor;
Beneath a smoke blurred fiery sky, accented
By pastel shades of blue, to create the sombre mood
Which expresses Monet’s ‘Impression, Sunrise’ painting.
And shares with the onlookers his representation
Of nature; from an Impressionist’s point of view
In the Industrial Age, heralding in the revolution.

That begs the question, “Where are they going?
And why blood orange?” (Oh, but I’ve seen that colour before.)
Day-to-day inquiries asked of one another and strangers.
Monet incorporates an art-form using oils on canvas,
Forcing the audience to observe with curiosity
Thus, presenting a sliver of time of life’s tranquility at sea.
This provocation of thought chinks the consciousness
Of seasoned connoisseurs who see change as frightening,
And challenges their manipulation of artistic output;
(To act like mechanical agents thwarting creativity).
“Will they reach their destination? Will it be as they hoped for?”
Hurry! Though calm; the waters will soon froth in labour.
                                     ***

Note:
   Ekphrastic poem of Claude Monet’s 1872 painting “Impression, Sunrise” (Impression, Soleil Levant).
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