for Maca . . .
At The Botanical Garden
“Color is my daylong obsession, joy, and torment.
I can only paint what I see."
- Claude Monet
Being nearsighted too, I could be at Giverny
Though it is lotus and not his lilies shifting
A little against their tethers in the still pond,
The same stippled dappled light on the water,
And here too willows are never still and one
Thinks of him brushing this part of the canvas
Again and again, adding each shade of green
And blue from his palette, color upon color,
Until there is the one that is this one moment's
Shade and light, knowing it is changing even
As he paints it, and how only he had seen it,
No edges anywhere, each thing part of another,
Seeing everything, even here, from a distance.
The important thing, he said, is never use black.
Poetry by countryfog
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Editors' choiceWritten on 2015-04-28 at 15:53
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