Water Lilies 1916 By Claude Monet

October 6, 2020 by Mason Street In Uncategorized

Thirteen Line Sonnet

The art of perfection is not a common thing.

We sometimes see it in the sunrise and sunset

and what the transitional seasons bring.

Rarely do we find it in human happenings

though once I heard Van Cliburn’s rendering

of Moonlight Sonata and watched the Swan Lake

leaps of Nureyev, the closest to perfection

I’d ever heard or seen. Then there’s the mournful

songs of Adele, Leonard Cohen’s sardonic anthems,

the pell-mell lyrics of Dylan, the lines of Frost

and Dickinson, the colors of Monet. But then

for most of us who live with perpetual mediocrity

the art of perfection is not a common thing.