Georges-Pierre Seurat

Georges-Pierre Seurat, the youngest child
Of Antoine and Ernestine, delicate and mild
In his sensibility, but with a precision of mind,
Logically and mathematically inclined.
He played with color and light,
Colors muted and colors circus bright.
There were islands and bathers,
A mix of humanity and nature.
A concealed love, Madeleine,
And Pierre-Georges, a young son,
Seurat himself dead at thirty-one.
Leaving the world of men
Two weeks later, dead too the son,
Leaving the familial legacy undone.

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This poem was written in response to the painter poem prompt at Poetic Asides and the sad poem prompt at NaPoWriMo.  

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