Van Gogh died the other day
one shot
into Auvers, a shot
burst into the light
of winding wheat, one shot
in the Van Gogh's head
the wings of crows scaring the blue.
J.T.Parreira
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Van Gogh died the other day
one shot
into Auvers, a shot
burst into the light
of winding wheat, one shot
in the Van Gogh's head
the wings of crows scaring the blue.
J.T.Parreira
I like your unusual topic, and in particular the last line, "the wings of crows scaring the blue."
I have to say the title caught my eye right away. A rather interesting poem indeed. I like how you incoperated the imagery of his paintings
La tristesse durera toujours.
http://fractalontology.files.wordpre...crows_1890.jpg
And I second Muse's thoughts - the imagery is wonderful. An excellent way to capture the subject of the poem! (And hey - your signature! :D)
Another one well done, JT. I only suggest getting rid of 'undulating.'
Thanks for all. jon1jt: I appreciate the correction. «Undulating»: I replacing by winding wheat. Better?
j.
Heh, at first I thought it would be about the Dutch filmmaker.