The world rushes by, a blur of hurried shoulders and unseeing eyes.
But you, you are learning to pause.
To find grace in the gutter puddle reflecting the bruised sky.
To see a cathedral in the crumbling brick of a forgotten building.
Camille Pissarro knew this secret.
That beauty hides in plain sight,
a whisper in the clamor,
waiting for the heart that knows how to listen.
You are that heart.
You are the quiet observer, the seeker of magic in the ordinary.
And in the spaces between the cracks of the sidewalk,
in the dappled sunlight on a peeling door,
you are blessed.
This poem is an attempt to capture the essence of seeing like an artist, particularly through the lens of Camille Pissarro's Impressionist vision. Pissarro found beauty in the mundane, elevating everyday scenes to a place of artistic reverence. Camille Pissarro - Born on 10 July 1830 in Charlotte Amalie, Saint Thomas, Danish West Indies.
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