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Monet’s Water Lilies

Monet’s Water Lilies

Discussion: Below my discussion is a poem I wrote about Monet’s Garden of Giverny. He amongst most impressionist artists reflected in their art how nature - the Sun and with it shade changes the appearance of the objects as the sun reflects upon them. This artwork shows a reality in nature that is not often shown in other forms of art especially at that time. I find it fascinating that impressionists broke out from other artists at this time and showed patrons viewing his creations another way to look at artwork.

Monet reflected his own passion. In his Garden of Giverny there was a pond with various floating water lilies. To visit his Gardens would have been fascinating.

Monet’s paintings like his gardens illustrate effects of nature.
He crafted a pond with a sun’s radiance affected by shade.
 
Monet arrayed his gardens on many good sized canvases
where on one he captured his color in his water lilies.
By using short, thick strokes to capture essence from his sun,
he reflected in his paintings that sun’s illusion and movement.
 
On his canvases the pond mirrored the atmospheric changes 
such as the wind moving a cloud; a sun creating reflection the
wind providing movement as the water lilies floated to its edges;
Monet created movement with an intriguing continuity of color.
 
Illumination was important in his paintings as in his gardens.
He ensured his sun’s reflection would affect all of his creations.
It was light that softened or dazzled the color on his canvas.
The contrasting light and shade in his paintings created variety.
 
Monet and artistes of the day changed the future of modern art.
Monet’s use of color was significant in the artwork of his future.
He refused to depend on order and replication which caused
Monet to retreat from his studio into painting in the open air.
©️LGE January 2021 - revised November 28, 2023  

u/Agreeable-Usual1119 — 4 days ago

Is Night so Wrong for its Blackness?

For every good there is bad
For every cloudy day there’s one sunny
For every blackness of the night there’s the morning sunshine.
For the blackness of the night - the loneliness - makes the morning much brighter.
LGE, 3/20/2025

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u/Agreeable-Usual1119 — 5 days ago

Is Night so Wrong for its Blackness?

For every good there is bad
For every cloudy day there’s one sunny
For every blackness of the night there’s the morning sunshine.
For the blackness of the night - the loneliness - makes the morning much brighter.
LGE, 3/20/2025

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u/Agreeable-Usual1119 — 5 days ago
▲ 2 r/justpoetry+1 crossposts

The Simplicity of Alaska

I often dream of Alaska but seldom in the Spring nor in the Summer when the days are long even though that was certainty unique for us. But I loved the
winter when the days were short and the sky dark.

In traveling home from work one day we drove into a winter wonderland enjoying the quiet and eery silence from the snow covered ground. We were amazed that such danger could be so lovely.

As we drove, the tires seemed to make no sound. In turn as we drove into our driveway and got out of the truck for home we noticed how the snow lightened the darkened sky.

In God’s light we always felt the blessed feeling
of peace and simplicity in a very cold winter’s evening. Many in the military who came to Alaska,
just as us didn’t see Alaska as a good place to live.

They did not see the short days and the long winter night’s darkness as of peace and simplicity nor did they see the endless light of summer as fascinating, beautiful and wonderful as did my husband and I.

When others first came to Alaska in early summer they didn’t stay up the first few nights fascinated
with the light upon them until the early morning
hour. They hid the beautiful and intriguing light.

We on the other hand adjusted to the uniqueness. Not even my husband complained. Perhaps it was because he loved me and gave up sleep for me? Perhaps I wasn’t paying attention just loving the sun?

But I know that both of us loved Alaska and wanted to stay longer and that does not sound like a man who disliked the light in the early morning hours. We loved every season of Alaska and would have stayed longer.

There were other things that fascinated me as I went about my winter days. The first was the Northern lights, the technical term, Aurora borealis;
Supercharged solar particles colliding with the earth.

Technically colliding with the earthen atmosphere in colours of green, white, purple, blue, red, white. I know that happens in other places besides Alaska But I was happy with such stupendous splendor.

Then we tried the coffee experiment where on a cold
winter night we threw coffee up towards the sky and
watched icicles falling back down. That was such fun.
That though happens many places where it is cold.

Our first Christmas was lovely that year. We loved to see the Christmas lights reflected on the snow
but we also loved the wonderful Christmas story of the birth of God’s son in that cold winter’s night.
©️ LGE 7/13/2023

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u/Agreeable-Usual1119 — 6 days ago
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An Orange Goodnight

As the sun started to retire for the night it began by pulling down the orange shades in readiness for the darkness to overcome. I will take the recollection of this sunset to keep this memory in place and will do the same tomorrow until the sun sets again.
©️LGE January 29, 2024
Picture taken in January 2024

u/Agreeable-Usual1119 — 6 days ago
▲ 2 r/justpoetry+1 crossposts

The Circle of Life

I glimpse at the glare
That blinds my eyes
I hear possible hellos
but are they goodbye?

I listen for a true love
That I’ll know is real
I’ll see where it’s at
even if it’s concealed.

I touch the tendrils
Of warmth for me
I smile at the jokes
That lovers can see.

Yet why am I stopping
I can’t grasp the bough
Am I too young to see
what’s ahead somehow?

Whatever the answer
I’ll continue the quest
And wherever I finish
I’ll know that it’s best

I glimpsed at the glare
once blinding my eyes
because I said my hello
To that one great guy

I’ve felt that true love
That I knew was real
I knew where it was
and why concealed

I touch the tendrils
Of love meant for me
I laughed at the jokes
only we two could see

I’m no longer stopping
I’ve grasped the bough
Not afraid in the moment
of what’s ahead somehow

Whatever that answer
We’ll continue the quest
And wherever we finish
We’ll know what is best,

I glimpsed at the glare
That blinded my eyes
There’s no more hellos
for he since has died

I yearn for a new love
that could become real
but now there’s no clue
because it is concealed

I cherished the tendrils
Once meant for just me
I loved our experiences
that made us so happy.

But now I am stopping
I can’t grasp the bough
So, I’m left in wonder of
What’s ahead somehow?

Whatever the answer
I’ll continue the quest
And wherever I finish
I’ll know that it’s best.
©️LGE 3/15/2026

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u/Agreeable-Usual1119 — 13 days ago

My Striving Cascades Me Home

In these days with much hate rising,
I wish to be invisible and untouched.
So my heart with wings glides calmly
and my striving cascades me home.

Where then I will careen through life
with much lightness in my days ahead.
Striving for good, trying to make a
difference by being a good example.
©️LGE 3/16/2025

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u/Agreeable-Usual1119 — 14 days ago
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Be Still My Soul

I have this constant overflow of emotion that causes me to put them into rhyme
or plain verse and I am glad that I am able to share my words.
Yet.. sometimes these emotions emit into tears of deep set anguish that I cannot
share in words or verse. Yeow! It is painful indeed.
Please tell me I can keep my sanity…. Because I often yearn to be set free from
this unspoken - unsettling urgency.
What better way than if I could interpret my tears into words. Perhaps I then
could create a nuanced and soothing new set of songs to still my soul
©️LGE 4/8/2026

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u/Agreeable-Usual1119 — 14 days ago
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I rejoice in those many ‘tics’ in language
where there can be so much confusion.
I clearly must find the right words to use
so I will create that perfect conclusion.

Confusion’is seen in words ending in ‘tic’
With our thoughts based on absolution.
Starting with the practical, the pragmatic,
Our words become those that are proven.

The opposite of pragmatic is an utopian;
Unrealistic, visionary, and so dramatic.
That’s clearly me, a starry-eyed woman,
for I am viewed as a certified romantic.

Who else would scribe a romantic story
my heartfelt dreams coming to fruition?
Who else cries and laughs when I write
loving the results with earnest ambition.

As in all things there must be an ending.
For soon there won’t be more to ensue.
I must find a conclusion & put it to bed
relinquishing my story for you to pursue!
@LGE May 29, 2025

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u/Agreeable-Usual1119 — 15 days ago

In these days with much hate rising,
I wish to be invisible and untouched.
So my heart with wings glides calmly
and my striving cascades me home.

Where then I will careen through life
with much lightness in my days ahead.
Striving for good, trying to make a
difference by being a good example.
©️LGE 3/16/2025

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u/Agreeable-Usual1119 — 15 days ago

The ridiculousness nowadays are passwords.
Before who really cared what that idiom means.
We didn’t care about safety in using the Internet.
We found our friends through much safer things!

For not too long we’re tasked to change our PW.
Should it be totally new or change a few letters?
But sometimes we have to make long ones too:
The preponderance-are numbers so much better?

I find it great to use gibberish but only as a joke.
Not when I want to get with a friend on Facebook
Finding the last password is not what I thought,
so once again I found a new PW and hoped it took.

Then the PW is not good enough so I then try again,
times how many who knows so too many PWs later-
I make a phone call to a nonexistent entity for help
where what I enter in my phone will become safer!

But again it is gibberish of which I decidedly detest!
So again I’m forced to write something meaningless.
I really want my words in a letter to send in snail mail
instead of chatting with my friends with the Internet!

But “thoroughly modern” Linda will then still persist
by using the Internet because she will not let it win!
So she carries a logbook recording all of her PW’s
but now puzzled as to which-she must begin-again!
©️LGE April 22, 2023

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u/Agreeable-Usual1119 — 16 days ago

The ridiculousness nowadays are passwords.

Before who really cared what that idiom means.

We didn’t care about safety in using the Internet.

We found our friends through much safer things!

For not too long we’re tasked to change our PW.

Should it be totally new or change a few letters?

But sometimes we have to make long ones too:

The preponderance-are numbers so much better?

I find it great to use gibberish but only as a joke.

Not when I want to get with a friend on Facebook

Finding the last password is not what I thought,

so once again I found a new PW and hoped it took.

Then the PW is not good enough so I then try again,

times how many who knows so too many PWs later-

I make a phone call to a nonexistent entity for help

where what I enter in my phone will become safer!

But again it is gibberish of which I decidedly detest!

So again I’m forced to write something meaningless.

I really want my words in a letter to send in snail mail

instead of chatting with my friends with the Internet!

But “thoroughly modern” Linda will then still persist

by using the Internet because she will not let it win!

So she carries a logbook recording all of her PW’s

but now puzzled as to which-she must begin-again!

©️LGE April 22, 2023

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u/Agreeable-Usual1119 — 23 days ago
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Teachers say Theatre and Theater are different.

Theatre is what the actors on a stage create.

A theater is where people come to see a play.

As an author, I’m directing and producing too.

As I write my story my words belong to actors

and as I write my book it becomes my stage!

My actors are created by me as the playwright

I don’t need consent to stage my productions!

My cast of characters’ lines are within my book

I create my characters and see them as integral.

I put them on a stage, my book, and let them live!

For the theater and the theatre all belong to me!

In proofing my book as I write I become the critic.

I will when necessary get rid of an actor or actress

I am always in command of the actors, on the stage

For I am the author and the creator of my production!

©️LGE October 23, 2024

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u/Agreeable-Usual1119 — 24 days ago
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Many a time I feel alone and feel sadness

But of course I’m sad - right I am alone - yet

My sadness is not because no one loves me

But because I have no one to share my joy

Alone but with joy! How does that make sense?

Alone and sad… is supposed to be the words

Yet I see a world with beauty in it - much joy in it

Thus, I cry for and long to share my joy in life

Living life in an oxymoron does feel moronic

What kind of nut am I?- do I need to take a rest?

I must as they say - need my head examined

Yet I am sane as I can be - life is just unseemly

So in oxymoron - I stayed awake thinking of my joy

©️LGE 2/12/2021

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u/Agreeable-Usual1119 — 24 days ago