Impressionists
They played with wild abandon
the colours splashing over canvas in thalo greens,
crimsons, and cobalt blues
they struggled hard
and lived frugally
well aware of
the tints and hues of life...
Monet and like minded creativly blessed
helped to shape our idea of art
our impressions
from which cubism had to depart-
my love is for those flowers that burst onto the scene
golden stamins
and a beautiful blue that you might only seem as in
a dream...
they stand regal and marvelous in my minds eye
beautifullly tall
as hummingbirds they call-
These impressionists felt rather than thought
expressed their hearts and souls
on a canvas of white
taking us places
where sometimes was a bit of a fright
such as the silent scream
that talks to my core
of the chilling world
and much much more.
Copyright © Cherilyn Fry | Year Posted 2011
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