en plein air
yesterday was mother’s day in france
unbeknownst to her, this maman did prance
walked 14-kilometers from vernon to giverny and back
taipan’s muscles were wrecked, no more long walk attack
when it’s no longer pleasurable, we stop, o heck
now replaying impressions of the day
puffs of exhilaration, i must say
such bewildering assortment of nature wonders
en plein air, the symphony modulates and wanders
i find it amazing – monet became blind as he painted more,
like beethoven who became deaf yet writing genius musical score.
the more one is deceived yet it seems the more to implore;
the more authentic, the more people run away from the store?
perception matters, reality does not
first impressions stick, they are hard to rot
how shall we then live?
what shall we then believe?
you are what you think
we drown in own kitchen sink
art of living is in impressions sync
and then, we are gone in a blink
hit it
ribbit