From: Monet's impression of A Summer's Day
To: "The starry, starry night" of Vangough's way
Finds the mystery from artistry of canvas and ink
--And gives my mind a moment's think.
What now does it render,
Of both color and spendor
What pros ever written
Might it tell.
When once unknown and now,
Never to be forgotten
Lives
That never end.
Oil spills onto paper
From an eye's Moment in time
Now rewrites its history
In rhyme.
With Monet of my right
And Van Gough of my left
Balances between the two,
Talent just known to few.
I gather my thoughts
of day and night
And place them
Whole and new.
A transference of time and hour
Through portals of memoired pasts
Bring memorials of perfect views
That last, and last, and last.
Kathy S. Dillard
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