Genre: Friendship, Relationship
MONET by Caroline Clemens
Another time another place,
I’d gather in the garden.
We’d speak of letters written.
How time is short, our thoughts numerous.
He’d sip. I’d sip. We’d share despair.
Our obsessions by the yard, on and on,
A solitaire, mindful existence, intriguing.
Realism … defined, perception expressed,
Monet the artist, romanticism and freedom.
We’d share the wine; I’d ask the??
He’d tell me about independence, his struggle,
To be himself, absorbed in context.
Camille and many femmes …
Paint me, paint me, to see what you see,
That would brighten and open my eyes.
We would sit for a bit, touch glass
Toasting art in the garden, relaxed.
Then we’d take the train, 1877,
And jump right into the station.
And go to the sea, where I would see,
The colors and expressions in his impressions.
But I shall never forget the time
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