Inside Van Gogh’s Head – a poem

 

there

fields of oats and wheat,

workers in fields at sunrise … sunset;

 

air

in daylight-filled azure,

at night stars and moon appear;

 

pair

of scythes laid on the ground,

two lovers nap dreaming together

where

harvesting takes a break for

another season;

 

Paint

what is in front of me:

I paint what I see.

 

(7/23/2011)

© 2011 by Ron Kule, Poet. Reserved.

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