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| Van Gogh |
Trapped in agony’s abstract expression
Paralyzed sunrise
Green eyes surprised eternally
With the sameness of insane
Every day
Same on same
Please
Allow this dawn to breathe
Smell real grass not splashed with oil
Scents of real soil
Warmth from sun’s embrace
Shade cooled by rolling hills
A place
Clocks tick
Faucets drip
Wheat waves at living skies
Never to fade from time
Not a trick of trade
But perspective
From soul
Please
Allow this dawn to breathe
12 comments:
I like what you've done here. I'm not sure if this is the same wheatfield where van Gogh took his life, but it very well may be--he painted a great many of them. Your poem catches the taste of that unbearable pain of constant dichotomy that has to exist for someone to live in such darkness and create such clarity and beauty.
He indeed did give a life to that particulat dawn & he did it in quite horrid circumstance. I look at Van Gogh's painting and feel the sadness, the hope & the wanting for a life of normality that unfortunately he never knew and I want to reach out to him and give him a hug. I imagine how lonely he must have felt!
The sameness of insane is scary - when you consider how much of our lives is that exact sameness...
You've caught the pain of the painter, the agony of the demons in his head.
wow lovely imagery!
i especially like -"paralyzed sunrise".
Excellent post,you have captured the pain of the artist perfectly.
Haunting and beautiful. The refrain is beautiful.
Dear Henry,
Reading felt like walking through Vincent's mind... or another quite like it. The form and visual design work together with diction to create a complete scenario. So glad to visit here again!
lovely message,
Thanks for linking.
Thak you all for comments. @Kim, thank you for commenting on presentation.
A most fervent plea beautifully rendered.
I love the "sameness of insane". Beautiful write. I'm glad you've joined Magpie.
I like how the refrain gives me the feeling of his unsettled nature. Excellent Magging!
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