Silent is a falling leaf
silent Nymphéas blue sky rain,
Silent is the opaque anguish
of a dreary-dripped teardrop stain,
empty is the heart in sorrow,
empty Starry Night,
Empty are the, keepsakes wishes,
modeled in the mold of fearful sad delight,
I tore my ear off in a silent dream,
to stop the pink noise hush,
I killed a sparrows chirping dances,
cold as silence crushed,
Off I wandered from confinement;
in a mind that was dreadnought solitary gray,
I found the keys, to a bitter souls anguish,
mimicked, last-given-gifts of Claude Monet,
Twist my tongue and tie my hands
and tickle me to purple hued dismay,
Choke me and poke me silently revoke me,
freezing on a Van Gogh Starry Day.
Author notes
This poem was inspired by a few sources. The Monet reference was from the very last gift my Mom gave me, it was a book from a trip to the Bellagio Gallery about 6 days before she was hospitalized, which was coincidentally my birthday party at work. I remember when she gave it to me and wanted to look through it, and well, needless to say we didn't. She was so amazed and loved the Monet exhibit... The reference to Van Gogh comes from his life and emotional state, If you know anything about this man you know he about the polar opposite of Monet emotionally, and oddly he is one of my favorite painters. I love Monet as well but I identify more with Van Gogh, I imagine it is my perpetual disappointment and sadness that makes me feel this way. If you read about these people historically you will find Monet was a bit conceited and flamboyant and well Van Gogh was a passionate loving mentally troubled man. I suppose it is a sad Irony that these 2 Artists would come together in my mind as I was walking down memories lane and picked up that book, and had memories of lost moments I wish I had given my Mom, I miss her dearly and wish I had written her something as pretty as some of my other writes, or even anything at all, For her Obituary I used a poem I had given to a lost love that had a lot of motherly inspiration in it, pretty lame I know but it was all I had to give. It was the poem I had so wishingly wished I had written for my mom while she was alive... If you want to read it is titled “Shiny Trinkets on Your Stairs”, it was written originally for a dear poet I miss exceedingly, though I don't imagine she would appreciate me spilling who she is so I wont. Anyways just purging a bit here so bare with me,
Best regards,
Joe
Background is me wrecking “Starry Night” by Vincent Van Gogh so you can read the text, and the picture is a work I found to be one of my favorites of Monet titled “Nymphéas” (French for white water lilly) I believe it was painted at the Giverny Garden near the end of his peaceful life. I somehow did something that seems to me to have killed the emotion in this but its basically a purging poem anyway… maybe Monet doesn’t dance well with Van Gogh LOL
Enjoy….
Please tell me what you think
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Jesus, Joe! Remembered emotions rushed within as I read this piece. Your beautiful use of language and imagery always leaves a strong impression of Love, sadness, and a sweet, soft, and usually subtle eroticism.
On a personal note, I'm sorry to hear of the loss of your Mother. I recently lost mine as well. It's a minefield of emotions I'm mostly trying to avoid.
I've missed your work.....I'll try to read and visit more often.
Love & Blessings,
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~ Janet ~ ~
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Beloved Poet!
How I loved reading this masterful poem! It just made me feel the brilliant sadness of loss, the beautiful colors of emotions, the words of a genius wrought from a path traveled through desert lands and swamps and skies of sun and rain and rivers of water lilies.
I adored the way in which you built up layer upon layer of heartfelt emotion. So vivid and descriptive your words are!
I loved this and I love your soul and I miss you.
Be well, Precious Joe. And please write more.
Thank you for still being here. You are a color patch on a black velvet canvas.
Love
Myra
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Magnificent. A great poem to remind us not to feel too sorry for ourselves. Van Gogh! What a spirit, lusting for life was he! Pardon my absence old friend. How is Morrowind? I haven't heard from her. She seems to have dropped out of sight. I hope you are doing well over there in Seattle. You have very refined, high tastes that reflect your high regard for art.
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I love this, well you know how I feel about Van Gogh! Van Gogh sure did have it rough all of his life and no matter what he did, was never good enough. Awsome write me sweet Joe! Your poetry has always been the doorway to your heart and I see so much of your heart in this one! ~Laur
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The extremely talented Monet seemed to bare his soul in his magnificent works, masterfully referring to the silent splendor of nature, while the introvert Van Gogh was almost his opposite, creating works showing quite the contrary. They didn't dance well indeed, but poetry creates realities of its own. It was interesting to read the poem and then the author notes, leaving with a feeling similar to having watched an impressionist painting - the smooth images exist in our eyes, while the canvas from close range shows somewhat coarsely applied colors. A remarkable poem about two remarkable men. Thank you for creating and sharing. Take care,
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Oh My Friend
This is a Beautiful piece You have written even though it brings tears to the eyes
I sense such Love You have for Your Mother and I imagine the Love she has for You...
I still talk outloud to those Spirit's I miss terribly and I sense they hear...
I imagine Your Mother hearing You as You speak and
the piece You want to write to her...
Please write and read it...
A feeling of Love will just blanket...I can so see it...
What You gave to read at her service..
came from Your Spirit-Heart...that is the best gift You could give
Thank You for sharing this with us and Your Author's Comments Joey~
I feel blessed that You shared Your emotions regarding Your Mother with me and others here~
Thank You~
Many blessings to You
Best wishes always
and much love~ Desire~*~
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Your writing is always so saturated with emotion and so darn beautiful. >.< I wish that someone or something would break through this imprisoning cloud of guilt and pain that's surrounding your heart. You work has always been a source of awe for me...your wording and imagery is stunning. Again, another amazingly beautiful piece. I wish you all the happiness in the world, Joey.
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Great movement through the piece...from beginning to end, and powerful imagery that carries the reader into your world, to see through your eyes.
Awesome.
...Will
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Monet and Van Gogh are also two of my favorite artists. But I must say I know very little about them compared to you. Beautiful write.
Sara
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