Vincent's canvas



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

27 comments:

  1. I think Vincent would have liked it that you wrote this.

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  2. Ninot Ma'am,
    In a nutshell all of Vincent's masterpieces, portraits and cypress trees in your wonderful poem. How's the going, your book and all?

    Hank

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  3. Dear Fireblossom,
    I 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.

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  4. I am not sure whether Vincent would be in awe of the poem as yours truly ;)

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  5. Aahhh, Ayoh Wang. I am just the scribe. Writing what my head and heart tells me to pen down

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  6. nice tribute to the master poet of colour

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  7. …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!(:

    Brightest blessings.

    ~Kelvin

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  8. Thank you Isabel...he is amazing!

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  9. All the best to you, Kelvin. You are too kind...

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  10. This is wonderful, and captures what I imagine his spirit was, so well.

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  11. Thank you, Jingle. For always being there for all of us.

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  12. Dear Sherry! That was exactly what I was trying to do!

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  13. I love how your words evoked so many of Vincent's paintings- superb!

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  14. Just read Kathe W again and add my name! Lovely.

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  15. I really like the way you told the artist's story in stanza form, significant piece by significant piece.

    http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/07/04/vincent-the-sublime/

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  16. Le soleil brille,
    Et la chaleur
    montant de la terre

    Brûlures

    Love these beautiful French words - a poem all by themselves.

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  17. I 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.

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  18. Wow! I am very impressed this is marvelous

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  19. aha, poets often share the same muse. I, too, referred to his other works to paint a picture. :-)

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  20. you take us on a very cool journey through the mind of the shattered genius...well spun

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  21. Well written and very interesting

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  22. A lovely mix of the artist, his life and his art.

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  23. Beautiful poem ... I especially liked the use of the singular words between the stanzas ...

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