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Vincent Van Gogh, by inspirationplease
Enniskillen, NB

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Vincent Van Gogh

VINCENT VAN GOGH
Starry Night

He moved his arm
Vigorously piling on
Thick sweeps of yellow paint
To show the movement
And brilliance
Of the glowing stars
And crescent moon
The colour of nature

He stopped exhausted
His heart pounding
His eyes aching
With the strain
Of painting by star light.
He gazed up at
The clear night sky

And saw the majesty
And glory
Of the expanse of the universe
Not as pinpricks of light
Far away above him
But swirling around him
He felt himself
A speck of star dust
Amongst these golden globes
Of light

He perceived these
Heavenly bodies
As ancient peoples had
Who saw them as gods
Who lit there way
In the night
When the sun had disappeared
No longer obscuring
Other suns and planets
In the sky
Perhaps never to appear again.

Such joy and rapture
How could he share
This wonder with
People around him.
We are all light beings
We are all made of
Star dust
He told them.

They shook their heads
Poor man
Sitting in the field
Throughout the night
He must be hallucinating.

He saw the people
Trudging through life
In the same routine
Getting up
Eating the same
Simple food
Working in the fields
Going home to bed
Never lifting their eyes
To gaze at the pure
Manifestation of a
Higher power
In the vastness of space.

Look up, look up
He would scream
Cant you see
How wonderful the heavens are
Look, he would say,
To a field labourer
Look at the sky
Its a clear night
The man would say
It might rain tomorrow.
Look at those
Great globes of light
Moving around the universe
In a waltz thousands of years old.
Why couldnt people
See beauty
The way he could?

In time
He could bear it
No longer
The intensity
With which he saw the world
Was too much for
A man to bear
He found a final
Solution to lasting
Peace for himself.

I awoke from a slumber
Whilst travelling
through the desert
Now it was night
I caught my breath
And saw enormous stars
Glowing like suns
They felt nearer than
Any other stars
I had seen before
Tears came to my eyes
We are indeed star travellers
Vincent, I thought.

Description: This is a poem about my love for Van Gogh's paintings and also an experience I had waking up as a passenger in a car going towards Acapulco when I saw larger, bigger and brighter stars than I had ever seen before.

Photo Posted: Nov 29,2011 Photo Viewed: 285

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