Monet Moments Poem by Midnight Clarity

Time has blurred
has watered down
the light I see.
Each colour,
backlit on the wall,
shimmers with suggestion,
a gentle formless swirl
made up of layers, textures,
fullblooded life
changing in each moment
moving forward,
never back,
soft focus shielding
steel of resolve
that will bring down
those trapped in the illusion
that hate can stand,
can hold its rootless ground
in the gentle wash of love
that cleans everything
and makes it new.