#Monet's paintings

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floral maple
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To the flowers in your skin that reside,
Over your arms that flow to your bedside,
Waning on your eyelids like gossamer weave,
Monet's muse, drunk in his reverie breeze.

In our discord I obsessed,
painted your buds in drabs of ink,
Blinded by icarus's ego, forward I stepped,
Astonished how delusions melt in a brink.

I gleamed in agony at your scars,
Bleeding your past from the hole in your heart,
In monet's arms danced I, his bard,
Away from my mirror, reflections afar,

Adorn my garlands, away from my scars.

charred turtle
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@charred turtle

sharp zodiac
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Don't mind me, just commenting to save the poem. Gonna come back and re-read lol

sharp zodiac
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From my understanding, Monet was an artist who practiced an impressionistic style of painting. In other words, his paintings relied on colors and lighting to form an image. Up close they didn’t make sense, but from afar, the eye would mash the colors together to make a picture. The first stanza draws on the fact that Monet was known for his nature-themed paintings. Unlike most other artists of that era, he enjoyed being outside when painting. The speaker of this poem, Monet’s muse, makes me think of his lover. She was his favorite model, featured in a good number of his paintings. “Monet’s muse, drunk in his reverie breeze” illustrates how she enjoyed standing as his model being the center of his world as he spends hours painting her. The word drunk however makes me assume that this love of attention is not good for her. The reason being that drunk people typically make poor decisions due to their inability to form cohesive thoughts. Her love is basically acting like beer, making her incoherent.

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She compares herself to Icarus, a god who died flying too close to the sun. In her world, the sun is Monet. She is drawn to him but is “burned” when she gets close. I think this is because his family would not approve of their relationship and would cut off all financial support given to him. She can’t ask him to give up his life’s passion and thus has to settle in as his mistress. “Away from my mirror, reflections afar” - His paintings were like a mirror to her, he painted her as he saw her. Drawing back on his impressionistic approach to painting, you’d only see the images he from afar, hence she’d only see her reflection from afar. Not to mention the literal distance they’d have to have as he’s painting. So with a heavy heart, she continues to act as his muse/bard dressing herself up in nature because she loves him: “Adorn my garlands, away from my scars”.

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Great read, really enjoyed disecting this! 10/10

floral maple
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