Love is the same old story- I won't take that Wishes I'll keep still- No fights That's vain again I've run out of ideas Rejecting and rejected Loves... Repeated sights The sea The mountain The sky I've run out of ideas It's the same old story Dry rains No out ways It's invalid It's obscene Run out of ideas my friends- not crazy not lazy Just tired Could make the effort Or just go to bed Run out of ideas... Perhaps Should give up for a while No-I guess You won't accept that... You see? A poem grows by itself- It's written While writing up.
Once a month I like to devote a post to an impressionist artist.This time it goes to P.A: Renoir. My poem of the day was inspired by this video ...And hope you understand....>>> (Please watch first and then read or viceversa!)
Below you can find another beautiful video with some FEMALE NUDE paintings as well.
Pierre Auguste Renoirwas a French impressionist painter noted for his radiant, intimate paintings, particularly of the female nude. Recognized by critics as one of the greatest and most independent painters of his period, Renoir is noted for the harmony of his lines, the brilliance of his colour, and the intimate charm of his wide variety of subjects. Unlike other impressionists he was as much interested in painting the single human figure or family group portraits as he was in landscapes; unlike them, too, he did not subordinate composition and plasticity of form to attempts at rendering the effect of light.
When I look at the four of us in the photo of my study my heart breaks a little because one is no longer here. Having lost a brother is the most painful experience I've ever had. They say time cures old wounds- I don't believe it Cannot agree at all. Missing him badly after thirteen months Quite the same- as the first day As the day they told us Nothing could be done... But while HE was here living in misery and despair At leat I could touch his hands, Kiss him every day, Look after him, Love him and tell him How much I did, and do. I always think I should have told him More often, though. Now I look at the photo and still cannot believe it Being absolutely aware Of this unfair truth Kills me a bit everyday.
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