Claude Monet’s Weeping Willow

Weeping Willow by Claude Monet

Weeping Willow by Claude Monet, 1918-1919. Current location: Kimbell Art Museum, Fort Worth, Texas. Public Domain (

Ekphrasis: Claude Monet’s Weeping Willow

Monet paints the light
and the air. You
emerge from the ephemeral
elements, elegant, yes glorious,
Weeping Willow. How inviting,
the world under your
bent boughs, sunbeams intruding
on your cool, blue
shade. Even with the
dapple of sunlight, in
your shadow is where
I want to nap.

by Thomas Wigington

The March to War

Listen! The war drums are beating. Chemical weapons have evidently been used in Syria.The President of The United States says a ‘red line’ has been crossed. America’s allies concur: ‘If the regime in Syria has used chemical weapons, then they must be punished.’

Russia is opposed to military intervention against their long-time ally; China also opposes a military option. Russia predicts that this will be a protracted war. That sounds like a threat—or a promise.

Iran and Hezbollah won’t sit idly by while their ally is attacked: they will retaliate. Still, the war drums sound a hypnotic marching beat.

It is disheartening to think that egos are helping push nations closer to the brink of war; national pride plays a role as well. A red line has been announced, accompanied by vague threats of punitive action should it be disregarded. Shame would tar any leader or nation whose threat rings hollow.

The march to war can take on a momentum that cannot be stopped. It may have already begun. With the U.S. and N.A.T.O. on one side, and Russia on the other, perhaps in a supporting role, no one can predict how long and costly this war will become. Unexpected and undesirable consequences could be legion.

Oh, the drums of war! How abominable!

Word follows word…

Word follows word. Line spills into
Line. What a poem will say
Is unknown until my pen stops.
I hope my words never form
Some silly little love poem, one
So sappy it leaves a bad
Taste on the tongue. A poem
In which your cruelty is exposed	 	 
Would be far more satisfying, considering	 	 
You despise everything my pen writes.

by Thomas Wigington

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