Monet sunset of neurotic twirled oranges' pink,
cathedraled blusterings of thunderheads high,
lighting, highlighting twilight grays' usurpation...
Did I not see, to envy weathered palettes...
Dali sunrise slurring, melting, dripping the sun
liquid over sliding landscapes, framed stark
spires twisted, deadened memories of trees...
Did I not see, to question this palette...
Van Gogh drags both into a starry, starry day
we feel...
Watch with me...it begins.
elysabeth faslund
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/monet-sunset-dali-sunrise-where-s-rembrant/
