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
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
Last edited by JTParreira; 03-27-2009 at 08:43 AM.
The poetry is the subject of the poem.
I like your unusual topic, and in particular the last line, "the wings of crows scaring the blue."
"The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its' own reason for existing." ~ Albert Einstein
"Remember, no matter where you go, there you are." Buckaroo Bonzai "Some people say I done alright for a girl." Melanie Safka
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
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
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!)
Last edited by a_little_wisp; 03-27-2009 at 01:36 AM.
Then she would run until morning to ease the ache; swifter than rain, swift as loss, racing to catch up with the time when she had known nothing at all but the sweetness of being herself.
-- Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn
Another one well done, JT. I only suggest getting rid of 'undulating.'
"He was nauseous with regret when he saw her face again, and when, as of yore, he pleaded and begged at her knees for the joy of her being. She understood Neal; she stroked his hair; she knew he was mad."
---Jack Kerouac, On The Road: The Original Scroll
Thanks for all. jon1jt: I appreciate the correction. «Undulating»: I replacing by winding wheat. Better?
j.
The poetry is the subject of the poem.
JT, I really like the edit and use of some alliteration. Very smooth and polished. Fantastic.Originally Posted by JTParreira
"He was nauseous with regret when he saw her face again, and when, as of yore, he pleaded and begged at her knees for the joy of her being. She understood Neal; she stroked his hair; she knew he was mad."
---Jack Kerouac, On The Road: The Original Scroll
Heh, at first I thought it would be about the Dutch filmmaker.
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