Sunday, December 15, 2013

Yellow House

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.



tk/December 2013


The excellent R.A.D. Stainforth contemplating a yellow house...I hear a cat...



31 comments:

  1. ... so many wonderful lines .. dare to disturb monochrome may be my favorite. Happy Sunday!
    Next on my agenda ~ listen to Mr. Stainforth's private reading.

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  2. Ode to a Yellow house.
    Nicely imaged.

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  3. 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.

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  4. It is superb and I especially love:
    The autumn of me craves
    orange marmalade on toast,

    I can taste it. Cooper's Oxford marmalade!

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    1. I've heard Frank Cooper's Oxford marmalade is the best...

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  5. luv the appeal to the sense of taste

    much love...

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  6. Just like the paint Vincent nibbled at, your poem has vivid colors. Beautiful...

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  7. I see a different flow, different style in your last two poems. Very interesting, more of a 'storyteller' style. I'm enjoying it.

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  8. Inspiring! I have cravings too...Love the image: 'watching sunflowers
    grow into firm-fleshed love children.'

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  9. lovely tribute to van Gogh- wonderful!

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  10. I 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!

    This 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.

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    1. My pleasure, Bekkie...Happy Holidays to you and yours...

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  11. Such 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.

    Thank you, Tess! I haven't written my poem yet... am busily hopping around reading and commenting in the meantime!

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  12. I love this more than I can say --

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  13. circles.
    they 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
    and
    i
    knew
    that
    art
    is
    too
    potent
    for
    t
    h
    r
    e
    e
    s
    m
    a
    l
    l
    l
    etters
    yes i cried

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  14. Oh 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!

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  15. Yes , 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

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  16. A 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.

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    1. I know...the word verifications are getting impossible...

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  17. Where's the paint...I'm ready to switch to yellow! Ah, Vincent....

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  18. This is magnificent! The first two lines strike right to the heart....wielding their powerful beauty. Excellent :-)

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  19. You're such a powerful poet!! thanks for sharing these words! :)

    I mostly blog about random things, but you're inspiring me to write poetry!

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    1. Thank you Canary...glad to be of inspiration...

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  20. Thanks for your kind and generous comments, dear readers...they mean so very much to me...

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  21. Well chosen words in ever single line… truly exquisite!

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  22. This is wonderful. I so love Vincent. I think the first prompt I wrote on here was on one of his pictures:)

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  23. you drew me in with the amazing opening couplet and held me fast throughout ~ M

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Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence.
― O. Henry (and me)