I've been working on a set of poems inspired by my favorite pieces from different artistic movements. I began with neo-expressionism (view poem here ) and now I'm slapping out a quick one inspired by impressionism. This particular painting, Madame Monet and her Son, is dear to me because there has been a print of this hanging in my living room for as long as I can remember.
Fortune Telling
My child- what do you see when you stare?
Beyond the hill lies a fragile world
Where man is greedy with lips all curled
Is that what you see when you stare?
My child- what do you see when you stare?
Beyond where my arms can hold you fast
Shadows like fissures in broken glass
Is that what you see when you stare?
My child- what do you see when you stare?
Beyond to the church where we bow our heads
You'll be married and buried in the same flower beds
Is that what you see when you stare?
My child- do you know what I see when you stare?
Beyond repetition and day's obligation
My son standing tall, light with proud jubilation
That's what I see when I stare.
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