Boat Bottom Canvas

Every time I look, my hungry eyes see more.

A line of Galloping surf at dusk or dawn.

Spray-flecked lighthouse, defiant in brilliant white.

Darting seabirds thumping down to chase silver glimmerings-

or scudding clouds swirling far out to see.

In need of a lick of paint? No. Anything but.

Here there is the intensity of Turner.

Monet’s sense of shade.

And something ingrained, that I do not have the words to describe.

 

Copyright Tom Tide 2017

 

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