Renoir

"Bather with long hair" a painting by Renoir

Renoir

The evening sipped 
Its golden bright,
as the sun spilled
its yellow stomach 
spoke in streams
of babbled havoc.
Slinging a silvery palm
along the slender hip
of wanton youth in
wishful grip.

O' to be young,
to be young
without the cares
of the infirm full,
of knar's and knot
like the desires of an
old oak tree.

To touch,
the velvet rose light
of the beauty
in her skin,
lovingly caressed 
of wistful eye
and 
age of bristle.

Reviews

[charlie]

This is really interesting to find this! I finished an essay on the Impressionists period just two days ago, and then to find your verse... Some wavelength.

What I especially liked learning about Renoir was his insistence on painting optimism, or "pretty things", as he would have it.
And he's attributed this quote, which I especially wanted to latch onto for future reference: "I refuse to paint in academic style" ... Something to be explored there, for interested writers, perhaps.

A nice Renoir, C

[Corset]

I so believe you are right, the world is dreary enough, what it needs is more color and he gave it didn't he, I think he may have been near sighted which gave them the soft glow when painting what he saw. No lines, where in our neck of the woods a great line is everything! TY :)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Oh yes to be young a care free is so blissful… then again so is the pleasure of the flesh… nice one young lady.

[Corset]

well, thank you kind poet! I don't believe he ever touched her, arthritis ya know, but in the movie his son had the honors of the flesh, that had to kinda hurt ya think?

[Baby Ricochet]

French Impressionism. See? Even I know something about art. Good poem

[Corset]

I never doubted it for a second baby :) Ty

[Mary Bosworth]

This is complex and deep. It's thought-provoking.

[Corset]

Thank you Mary :)

[Roger Turgeon]

Renoir was so passionate about painting that he even continued when he was old and suffering from severe arthritis. Renoir then painted with the brush tied to his wrists. Passion and impressions. Sort of like your poem.

[Corset]

Thank you, I love how he used color to separate (lines) much like the way we see and how softly out of focus she is.

[Roger Turgeon]

I know I look better softly out of focus too.....( : O )