Purity in View
Each left and right a delight
of twists turns anew,
wandering, exploring
in aimless direction sans device -
discovery of the old as new.
And through streets that seep affection
we walk the imperfection of
a wood pier off the
Calle Traghetto Vecchio;
oh, how Monet would deconstruct the
brilliance of my illuminated evening waters into
a million shimmering pieces of
cadmium yellow and lead white,
emerald green with French ultramarine,
a memory of that moment with my daughter
so special, pure and true,
highlighting our delights
through the canals of a Venice view.
Author’s note: A poem about wandering Venice without direction, discovering beauty in every turn. It recalls a quiet moment on a pier with the my daughter, where light on water evoke a Monet painting. A tribute to shared wonder, memory, and the art found in everyday scenes along the canals.
“Venice is eternity itself”
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