Posts Tagged ‘painting’

Wheat Fields Under Cloudy Skies

painting by Vincent van Gogh

Sky with its blue scales
does not daunt
pastoral fields- great pools
of emeralds, celadon-
the flowers at their fringes-
white stars, blood spots-
arcing under the wind.

The land is made of curves.
Clouds wheel in and out
of their own whiteness.
The wind is blurring
the world’s colors.
They are all within one another.

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Take my hand, the blood rushes from my heart.

Take my hand, and blood rushes to my head.

Only in fractions of seconds are we apart.

 

It has been so since the start.

Our eyes met, and I felt myself turn red.

Take my hand, the blood rushes from my heart.

 

We edged together, in the center of the mart.

Words were lost, white teeth and small laughs took their stead.

Only in fractions of seconds are we apart.

 

You opened your mouth, my thoughts could only dart

around, bouncing like rubber balls, ruining my head.

Take my hand, blood rushes from my heart.

 

I smiled, you smiled. Minutes passed. Time was a lost art.

You left me a number. “I’ll see you again,” I said,

“Only in fractions of seconds are we apart.”

 

At nightfall we met again, you brought a chart

of constellations. You kissed me, and I invited:

“Take my hand”, the blood rushes from my heart.

Only in fractions of seconds are we apart.

Imagine, if you will, there is nothing else but you and this.

And, though you are aware of yourself: your body, your legs,

your arms, your hand, your eyes–

you focus on only this in front of you.

This is not simply one moment of fixation,

this is many moments forming multiple opinionsĀ of this,

and no one has said anything else about this,

it is entirely new to you.

You command this experience.

How would your thoughts and emotions evoked

change

if you took noise and arguments and opinions and feelings

from theĀ outside world

into account?