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Komorebi

24 Monday May 2021

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File:Claude Monet - Woman with a Parasol - Madame Monet and Her Son - Google Art Project.jpg
Wikimedia- Madame Monet and her son

Another leftover poem from my series a couple of years ago.

Komorebi is

a word for dappled light seen

under, or through trees.

The Impressionists caught it

in flickering strokes,

or in Pointillist pixels.

Women’s parasols

shielded them from nystagmus.

Wide-brimmed hats stilled the dancing

tones’ fluctuations.

Yet the bare-headed shimmer

and they scintillate

with the mirage of brief youth

and half-realisation.

The Grasshopper Speaks

03 Wednesday Feb 2021

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Van Gogh’s Olive Trees with the Alpilles in the Background, MOMA. Wikimedia

One leap!  I achieved immortality.

Those flickering olives absorbed his eye.

I chose my sticky end mortality.

He was focussed on that Provencale sky.

The Dutch would use my forebears as a trope:

insect as memento mori (foreground)

but into his painting I interlope,

en plein air, in one bold cicadic bound.

Over-looked for more than a hundred years

by many an art critic, with eye glass,

in the same way as Vincent’s own ideas

were unacknowledged by that dealer class,

now we have received our recognition.

In his painting, I made my impression.