04-12-2017, 04:01 AM
Rembrandt's Daisies
Purchased from a choir singer.
They do that, ya know.
Masterpieces float.
Throughout the centuries.
They slip in, dusty, stored in a pillowcase.
This one was resting in a relative's basement.
Yeah, it's simple, so what?
He wasn't himself that day, had the flu.
No roses, peaches, or irises.
Just daisies.
They reminded him of his mother.
It's in my living space now, kinda hidden.
Wright's lamp compliments it,
in ivories, two shades of cathedral amber.
It deserves a bronze picture light,
but then everyone would know.
Purchased from a choir singer.
They do that, ya know.
Masterpieces float.
Throughout the centuries.
They slip in, dusty, stored in a pillowcase.
This one was resting in a relative's basement.
Yeah, it's simple, so what?
He wasn't himself that day, had the flu.
No roses, peaches, or irises.
Just daisies.
They reminded him of his mother.
It's in my living space now, kinda hidden.
Wright's lamp compliments it,
in ivories, two shades of cathedral amber.
It deserves a bronze picture light,
but then everyone would know.
there's always a better reason to love