Monet’s melancholy

There is no hope in this painting
As I stand alone on life’s alley
A perpetual winter is digging my grave
I stand alone under this heavy sky
My boots are soaking wet
My limbs are frozen
My soul is petrified
The cruel silence coming from the old houses’ walls
Death in the bluish hues ever…
I’ve spread my sadness on the dirty snow
There is no hope in my season
I stand alone like these ruins
Smeared with my winter mood

3 thoughts on “Monet’s melancholy

  1. Lopa Banerjee

    Beautifully evocative, weaving in the richness of melancholy and the pain of desolation with effortless ease! A true word painting in sublime poetic hues.

    thanks much for sharing.



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