impressionistic muse

by ether   Apr 26, 2020


You were an impressionist
and I- too headstrong to concede
you oozed beauty like Monet
while I succumbed corporate greed.

In taking the safe route
I arrived at an ironic standard-
through grasping for security,
my insecurities expanded.

The final morning you descended
and asked, “what are we to do?”
I scrambled across the tiles
and lifted my head to you-

begged for some remediation
struggling not to cuss,
you, Monet, reminded me
life is more than simply “us”

as you glided to the exit
and gently closed the door
I became tangled the pieces
strewn across the floor.

This was many years ago,
I heard you’ve since visited France
viewing collections of Degas
and drowning in romance.

Although these wounds are old,
somehow the regrets still ooze.
I’m looking for you anywhere,
my impressionistic muse.

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  • 4 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    It's wonderful to see a new piece from you, thank you for sharing this with us! Love the theme of impressionism, the metaphors... being left behind to pick yourself up, while your love travels and visits and indulges, and there is still regret. It's hard to move on when your focus was on them, and perhaps wanted more reassurance. I felt like this is something we can all fall prey to, self-sabotaging, our insecurities growing and questioning our self-worth. Hopefully it is a lesson in realizing our own worth and loving ourselves primarily, being our own muse first so that we may invite that love of others later.

    Stunning visuals throughout this, really want to nominate for next week!

    • 4 years ago

      by ether

      thank you so much!! lovely to see an active community still exists here :)

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