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A reproduction of this Degas painting hung in my aunt's ballet studio sparking my love from Impressionism
poem submitted to "Pleiades Please" poetry contest, Rob Carmack, sponsor, August 2, 2026
In hush-washed strokes, light barely brushes form, In pale, passing glimmers, colors sigh into being, In softened shimmer, boundaries loosen into air, In quiet currents of pigment, the moment breathes, In muted murmurs of blue and gold, time thins, In air-light touches, the world blurs toward wonder, In each trembling instant, artist’s eye softens into seeing.
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