Gustav Klimt (July 14, 1862 – February 6, 1918)
Among the many pictures
etched in my memory,
not all of them speak to me,
tell me stories or inspire me
to write new ones
this one depicts an eternal moment
of an embrace and a kiss
between a man and a woman
wrapped in a shimmering blanket of gold,
embroidered with a kaleidoscope of beads
Like the hews of the once vibrant carpet at their feet,
the painter, the models and
the influential patchwork have faded into the past,
yet the painting remains
to remind us of that first moment of bliss
between a lover and his beloved
carrying the sparkle of love
into eternity forever.
A large poster of The Kiss hung on my bedroom wall for about 15 years. It was the epitome of romantic beauty to me and I still love it.
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So nice to hear that, Diana. It’s one of my favourite paintings. 🙂 x
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Reblogged this on Richard M. Ankers and commented:
Yet another wonderful piece of writing by my good friend, Sebnem. Please chech out her blog. You will not be disappointed.
Thank you
Richard
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Lovely words. I have a print in my sitting room.
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Thank you very much, Anita. I love that painting, too. .)
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I have him and van Gogh, two of my favourites…when I win the lottery whoknows…lol
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I hope you’ll win the lottery, Anita. I love Van Gogh, too. 🙂
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Cool.
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Such lovely poetry, my first visit here, so glad I found you at Richard Ankers.
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Thank you very much, Heartafire. 🙂
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I just noticed your posts have not always come through on reader. 🤕 enjoying new reads!! 😄
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Thank you very much, for reading and liking posts, Jeanne. Glad you enjoyed them. 🙂
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An old post for Valentine’s Day! 🙂
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