Eve

Antibes Seen From La Salis (Two variations of the same painting)

Claude Oscar Monet (French, 1840-1926)

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Music pairing: Frederic Chopin - Nocturne in E-Flat Major, Op. 9 No. 2

Begin impossible, yet end possible -

By the very nature of discipline and will.

On first days agony and excitement audible;

On last days strength and confidence built.

Many diverged paths sacrificed,

But regret not once - only galvanized.

Embark on journey in days of thirty,

A tumultuous time storm with farewells;

Where hinge five years of identity,

In a vacant home suddenly dwells?

Where find comforting solace for a heart,

When every day embrace desires sharp?

Initial fifteen most shattering -

Down in abyss woe screams to be released;

But verses pour forth a gentle healing,

Set free true intentions relieved.

Thus in interpretations I play,

Nourish the seed and publish growth pain.

Each day solo achievement complete,

With no external force but self alone;

No one to report or to succeed,

Only myself drive all will and condone.

Yesterday’s piece propel today’s forward,

A contained ripple become future onward.

Provide sorrow a place to reside,

Sustenance for the thriving tree repurpose;

Only then can scenes transform and ascribe -

I must first fear to become fearless.

Set aside ego and a quick fix,

Come take root without tricks.

Let tears flow - all need water to grow;

They tell us when time and patience shall alleviate.

Compassion for self takes practice to know,

Hone an art love and facilitate;

Right the wrong of dormant paths,

Bid farewell to selves past.

If much accomplished in days thirty,

If duller pain and growing worthy,

Isn’t the next one all the more appealing?

Isn’t the possibility of a challenge inspiring?

Immense satisfaction at pushing past limitation,

Fulfillment at results and finally own admiration.

Pain or blessing,

They are my responsibility;

Fate may be out of hand,

But happiness tied to choices plenty.

The end but also the beginning,

Of the person I am blossoming.

In time and myself I believe,

Winter is but Spring’s Eve.

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