My Afternoon At The Island Of Grande Jatte

by Samuel De Lemos

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When looking
At pointillism;
I understand, that
George Seurat, is king!

Never was there any
Park, so idealized—

His mastery of art,
Memorialized
19th century
ease.

Idyllic, fanciful—
One wishes to be
A dot on his canvas.
If only for a moment,

On a sunny
French day.

Romanticism:

In many ways,
Escaping.
Vivaciously-

Through the civilized
people he drew.

I wish I could be
There, smelling the
Fragrant Sunday air.

Dressed handsomely-
With a glistening
Black Beard.

Vicariously,
picnicking—
While watching the
Wind steer those
White crisp sails.

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