My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads the sisters Death and Night ~ Micro Poetry
Gazing with malicious grin
The Grim Reaper comes harvesting
Generations of the never-ending
Circle of life.
Death may swipe
Infant innocence or guilt aghast,
But humanity eludes his grasp.
On a bright bed of flowers, Eve, the source of life,
Defiantly refuses
To become Death’s wife.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
Death and Life ~ Gustav Klimt
writing in north norfolk 
Ah! That’s so good. The humanity, the essence of life survives.
I liked how you played with the theme in sending out a message.
-HA
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Thank you!
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(jabblog here) ‘But humanity eludes his grasp’ – thank goodness!
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I like the different interpretation you made of this painting.
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Thank you, Kerry!
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Lovely, the way you brought the Klimt image into it!
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Thank you, Rosemary!
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Now I’m wondering how this poetic tale will end… What will happen when Eve has to give? How long will Death wait? You’ve made me curious!
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That’s the question – nobody knows if or how the circle of life will be broken. I think Eve will withstand the Reaper.
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Wise decision. Smiles. I like your interpretation of the painting.
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Thanks for reading, Sherry!
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I like Eve’s resilience, like the opposing pole of Dr Faustus… wonderful
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Klimt adored women and they loved him. His women all had strong personalities or were very creative. If I could go back in time, it would be to Vienna to spend even just a few hours in his company 😊
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Oh Eve, you defiant one..Great piece!
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😊
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