(Inspired by the painting La Victoire by René Magritte)
A giant door has opened
upon a yellow shore
No rooms contain it
This huge high door
stands with blue water
on its opposite side
Between the blue
of firmament and sea
is a grayish background
A cloud has settled
at the top
left portion
of the peculiar door
Strangely, the cloud
is suspended
mid-air
inside the open space
that faces away from
the water
I stand before the door
pondering its purpose there . . .
I ponder MY purpose there
If I should pass through it,
will I find myself
walking toward water -
to immerse myself
in the cool of its blue?
Then it dawns on me
What if I can somehow
reach the cloud suspended
in the open doorway?
What if I could
grab hold of that
nearly unreachable cloud?
Envisioning this -
I become one with the cloud,
and I’m d r i f t i n g
inside
my own
imagination
Paul Cezanne wasa little obsessed
perhaps a consequence of stress
Painting Mont St Victoire agin&again
as a wy of releasing artistic pain
French artist Paul CezanneP
was quite s determined man
he painted again&again Mont Saint Victoire
almost abstracted but never his bete noir
Qui nous humble cette terre
Tu est ma victoire
J'ai gardée espoir
La vie si belle
On range les poubelles
Plus d'ennuies
Quand il fait nuit
Sincérités
À nos charités
Bien écrit
Plus d'ennuis
Vous pouvez noter
Nos coeurs n'on pas changés
Les yeux ouverts
Nous sommes bien couverts
Peut où ils demeurent
Ouvres leurs coeurs
À toi mon Seigneur
Winding back the years
I deliver us an ocean of cheers
Many seek to throw us aside
This presence is real and well alive
No need to retrack
Many will guide us back
Combining a masterpiece
I have found peace
Listen to the whispers from within
The mountains kiss the wind
Colour your journey with love
As you seen from above
Let silence surround me
As it now guides me
the gun shoots
runners off
one step two step
running with the stride like no other
it passes the 10k mark
my mind is daft
my body chaffed and burnt
at 13 miles and I get a second wind
I am indulging in what I do
fatigue is not an option,
20th mile I'm sore and wreaked
with my conscience I endure
finally, I can see the finish
I cross the line and collapse
that's me sorted
my time here is done
Who in the hell do you think you are?
What I let you put me though is bizarre.
When due lesson is learned.
Where sanity is earned.
Why I'm so happy is now my victoire!
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With
earthly
green and blues,
his blended view
birthed
the
new way-
a bridge from
impressionist
art
to
abstract
expressions-
a father of
all
Ekphrasis 'Mont Sainte-Victoire by Cezanne
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