Excellent free verse Word Games : Renoir Impressions by estory

I No longer real, More like a dream, A large vase of flowers Picked yesterday, Or the day before that, When the sky cleared After rain And she walked Through forget-me-nots Or impatiens, Sometime Around sunset, With perhaps someone Playing harpsichord music... II The young dancer, Solitaire, Her hands the light Between branches Overhead, her feet The flowers blooming Across the stage, Seems enchanted By the light in the windowpane, A face glimpsed in the audience, Worlds away from here. Author Notes In this little poem, I tried to capture the sense of impressionism that artists like Renoir created; a world neither quite here nor there, yesterday or today; a dream world of glimpses of moments that disappear as soon as they are experienced. An abstraction of experience, an emotion rather than action. estory

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