The sun ablazing
Unreal, but the heat
Arising from the earth
Burns
The bluest night
Of the cafe
Lingers til dawn
Inviting
Rolling stars
Upon the midnight
Blanket, the skies
Alive
The cypress trees
And crescent moon
Sick and tortured
Menacing
Irises dancing
In the wind
Lightness of being
Joy
Wound wrapped up
Pain, borne of rejection
Consumed by his art
The artist, forlorn
Le soleil brille,
Et la chaleur
montant de la terre
Brûlures
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Written for the Magpie Tales
I think Vincent would have liked it that you wrote this.
ReplyDeleteNinot Ma'am,
ReplyDeleteIn a nutshell all of Vincent's masterpieces, portraits and cypress trees in your wonderful poem. How's the going, your book and all?
Hank
Dear Fireblossom,
ReplyDeleteI hope to do justice. But his hues of yellow and deep blues are just to magnificent for words...
Sir Hanks,
It is in the hands of my dear publisher, Utusan. They will do editing, layout and so on...so it will be a while before it sees the light of day. I must keep busy with other things...if not I will drive them crazy!
Glad you liked the poem.
I am not sure whether Vincent would be in awe of the poem as yours truly ;)
ReplyDeleteAahhh, Ayoh Wang. I am just the scribe. Writing what my head and heart tells me to pen down
ReplyDeletenice tribute to the master poet of colour
ReplyDelete…ah, i am deeply refreshed by how this art moves in me and now as i read your words tonight is much more of a bonus to me… luscious as well… thanks for the poem!(:
ReplyDeleteBrightest blessings.
~Kelvin
very impressive.
ReplyDeleteThank you Isabel...he is amazing!
ReplyDeleteAll the best to you, Kelvin. You are too kind...
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful, and captures what I imagine his spirit was, so well.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jingle. For always being there for all of us.
ReplyDeleteDear Sherry! That was exactly what I was trying to do!
ReplyDeleteI love how your words evoked so many of Vincent's paintings- superb!
ReplyDeleteJust read Kathe W again and add my name! Lovely.
ReplyDeleteI really like the way you told the artist's story in stanza form, significant piece by significant piece.
ReplyDeletehttp://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/07/04/vincent-the-sublime/
Cleverly done.
ReplyDeleteLe soleil brille,
ReplyDeleteEt la chaleur
montant de la terre
Brûlures
Love these beautiful French words - a poem all by themselves.
Wonderfully well crafted!
ReplyDeleteI love the way you used the white space. And I wholehearted agree with the comment you made to Fireblossom. Van Gogh's colors WERE too magnificent for words.
ReplyDeleteWow! I am very impressed this is marvelous
ReplyDeleteaha, poets often share the same muse. I, too, referred to his other works to paint a picture. :-)
ReplyDeleteyou take us on a very cool journey through the mind of the shattered genius...well spun
ReplyDeleteWell written and very interesting
ReplyDeleteThis is good.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
A lovely mix of the artist, his life and his art.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem ... I especially liked the use of the singular words between the stanzas ...
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