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| The Ice Cutters, 1911, Natalia Goncharova |
I lie with insomnia,
wishing it was you.
Listen as salt trucks echo
along the river road;
dare to disturb monochrome.
The autumn of me craves
orange marmalade on toast,
breakfast with no conversation,
watching sunflowers
grow into firm-fleshed love children.
I think about Vincent nibbling his paint,
how the taste of his favorite
floated vivid on his tongue,
how he was happiest
in the yellow house.
... so many wonderful lines .. dare to disturb monochrome may be my favorite. Happy Sunday!
ReplyDeleteNext on my agenda ~ listen to Mr. Stainforth's private reading.
Ode to a Yellow house.
ReplyDeleteNicely imaged.
Exquisite, such vivid imagery, I feel as if I had been along, over the frozen river, to the yellow house, having tea with Vincent, him nibbling toast with paint.
ReplyDeleteIt is superb and I especially love:
ReplyDeleteThe autumn of me craves
orange marmalade on toast,
I can taste it. Cooper's Oxford marmalade!
I've heard Frank Cooper's Oxford marmalade is the best...
DeleteLove this poem.
ReplyDeleteluv the appeal to the sense of taste
ReplyDeletemuch love...
Just like the paint Vincent nibbled at, your poem has vivid colors. Beautiful...
ReplyDeleteI see a different flow, different style in your last two poems. Very interesting, more of a 'storyteller' style. I'm enjoying it.
ReplyDeleteThank you Managua...
DeleteInspiring! I have cravings too...Love the image: 'watching sunflowers
ReplyDeletegrow into firm-fleshed love children.'
lovely tribute to van Gogh- wonderful!
ReplyDeleteI just love it and I have a chill down my spine. I finished my piece for 198 and included a personal message for you (and the whole community.) I linked and came here and read your fantastic poem-Van Gogh! How wonderful and wow! Are you psychic? I say this with a straight face!
ReplyDeleteThis is one is very special and I love sunflowers! I looked up the very first time I wrote with Mag in 2011 and it was a Van Gogh prompt and I mentioned him in my very early poem! I left you a holiday message this week and a link if you wish. The old comments are still there of course.
I bet by now you have millions of poems stretched across the internet. Thank you again for giving back cyberly the way you do I have benefited from you being a most excellent mentor.
Excuse my gushing but it's the holiday's and well, I'm happy.
My pleasure, Bekkie...Happy Holidays to you and yours...
DeleteSuch a meditation. Makes me feel into the quiet speaking voice at the center of the poem... the wishing... the quiet... the connection to the past and the present.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Tess! I haven't written my poem yet... am busily hopping around reading and commenting in the meantime!
I love this more than I can say --
ReplyDeletecircles.
ReplyDeletethey were circles.
heavy strokes of thick pigment.
energy. circles of energy.
whether swirls in the sky
or the radiation
from a pool hall light bulb
or the life force
emitted from a field
of
sun
flowers.
i cried
when i saw
a real one
in a museum
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Like this...thank you...
DeleteOh my, your description weaves a lovely dream of what life and love and children are all about, but I had not even for one second, ever gave the yellow house a thought, until now. Warmly pleasant it is!
ReplyDeleteYes , the Reaper has arrived , curiously , the feeling is almost exactly the same, on the other side of the world , the longest day, yes , everything has its flipside ......So Still , Indrawn
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem. And thanks for our comment on your Mag blog about WV'ers and moderators. Let's hope all bloggers start bypassing the posts from these funny people.
ReplyDeleteI know...the word verifications are getting impossible...
DeleteWhere's the paint...I'm ready to switch to yellow! Ah, Vincent....
ReplyDeleteThis is magnificent! The first two lines strike right to the heart....wielding their powerful beauty. Excellent :-)
ReplyDeleteYou're such a powerful poet!! thanks for sharing these words! :)
ReplyDeleteI mostly blog about random things, but you're inspiring me to write poetry!
Thank you Canary...glad to be of inspiration...
DeleteThanks for your kind and generous comments, dear readers...they mean so very much to me...
ReplyDeleteWell chosen words in ever single line… truly exquisite!
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful. I so love Vincent. I think the first prompt I wrote on here was on one of his pictures:)
ReplyDeleteyou drew me in with the amazing opening couplet and held me fast throughout ~ M
ReplyDeleteGreat poem!
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