Giving Darkness In Giverny Poem by Warren Falcon

Monet might have seen,
defiant to the last optics
fired out inevitably,

nerve light

made the more dipped,
smeared on clutched pallet,
bent to gaping will

struggling to open eyes
to w i d e r see.

Was failing him the light.

Closing-in world reduced to all horizon.

Tints, brushes, memory
frame final pieces

canvased, inwardly conformed,

recalled light more light than all raw day.