Vision of Vivian Maier
For Vivian, there was peace.
For her photos; much to say.
It's not that Vivian didn't try.
Vivian didn't play.
To sell her photos; only dreams.
Vivian's wait pursue.
And in her death
soon came through.
Her photos up for auction,
one could not surmise
the value of a woman:
especially one that wise.
Discovered in an auction.
A treasure of a find.
Promoted for her talent
by one who had the mind.
First come to a gallery.
Her photos on the wall.
A radiance of talent,
and finally seen by all.
The frames of bistro's boasting.
Small cafe's in light.
Charming faces blooming;
character's delight.
A passion that grew stronger.
This gifted talent dire.
A fate long in the waiting.
The vision: Vivian Maier.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2016
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