Trevor Mcleod Poet Quatrain

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.

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Ilene Bauer January 16, 2016 at 8:51 PM i've seen an exhibit of her work, trevor, and i think she had an amazing eye. it was a privilege to have the opportunity to see her pictures. i wonder what she would have thought of having her work displayed, though, especially since she hadn't developed them during her lifetime. Trevor Mcleod January 17, 2016 at 12:50 PM I think she would be insulted. She kept separate from others so long that it would be hard to accept interference. Sad, but it's what made her great. LOL