Ah Camille, you caught us.
While laboring.
Working with light and color
You created a photo.
Just one moment before
the camera of life’s eye.
An anachronism.
An impression.
A reflection.
Those hues do not exist
Outside of the lens.
Did you grow weary
of your sight?
Ah Pissarro,
You mad man.
Savant of beauty!
Coordinating Life in glances,
Sanity merely
Eclipses.
absolutely lovely!!!!!!
Alas, another lover of Impressionism! Thank-you!
What a beautiful write. So much to think about here.
My NaPoWriMo 4:
http://inthecornerofmyeye.blogspot.com/2012/04/necessary-tools.html
nicely done indeed…thanks or sharing your words
I appreciate that! Thank-you too.