Melting clocks

The memory persists

A moment of genius

Pure sublime

Symbolism

And yet so much more

Inspired so many childish artistic endeavours

My tentative ventures into art

Paint

Immortalized in my paint

Still the memory persists

Drawing me in

To see

Needing to see

Reach out into the painting

What was the artist feeling?

Could I feel it too?

Compelled to witness first hand

And I did

Tiny in proportion

This giant of influence

In the gallery

Having it to myself

Quiet time of the day

Stood

Studying

Stunned

And I felt

Well

Less impressed now

Oddly considerably less impressed

 

From Beyond Poetry (www.deanfrasercentral.com)