Vincent

arqios

 

Hurried steps in Amsterdam,
off to the station,
a train already scheduled.

On Museumplein, Van Gogh’s place
rose like a sun,
but I had no minutes to spare.

A brochure folded into my pocket,
Vincent absent from the walls,
his colors scattered elsewhere.

I found him in the tulip fields,
brushstrokes rooted in soil,
petals burning with his hand.

And still the station called—
its clock face stern,
its whistle the frame I never escaped.

 

 

 

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  • Author: crypticbard (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 30th, 2025 04:39
  • Comment from author about the poem: When going on an excursion of locales where paintings were painted.
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  • sorenbarrett

    Subtle yet the message caught like the accent of fine brush strokes and slight changes in color. The rush like the people around the artist too busy to see the beauty and majesty of the art, life gets in the way. Loved it Cryptic you are getting very good at planting the subtle into your poems.

    • arqios

      Weโ€™re in such a rush, indeed; and the current too strong to swim against. Thanks, dear friend ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome my friend

        • arqios

          ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ

        • Friendship

          The poem suggests a yearning for deeper experiences and a connection to beauty that is often overshadowed by time constraints and the demands of the modern world.

          • arqios

            Thanks Friendship, that is so true, indeed ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ

          • Tristan Robert Lange

            Ah. This Van Gogh makes me want to "tip toe through the tulips"! ๐Ÿคฃ Sorry, I couldn't resist the Tiny Tim reference. This is stunning, my friendโ€”Vincent absent from walls but blazing in fields, tulips burning with his hand. The metaphor of timeโ€™s station pulling us away from what matters is powerful. ๐ŸŒน๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ•ฏ๏ธ๐Ÿฆโ€โฌ› If I am reading your comment right and you are traveling to this very locale, would love to see a real life picture. Perhaps the trip will allow for such a poem/picture pairing! No pressure, though! LOL! Would love to travel to Amsterdam someday. Anywho, safe travels and wonderful poem!

            • arqios

              Alas I will have to go again as that particular trip didnโ€™t see me taking many photos. If at all. But I shall scour the attic and be hopeful.

              • Tristan Robert Lange

                Ah! Fair enough! It happens! ๐Ÿคฃ ๐Ÿคž

              • Goldfinch60

                Fine words Rik, artworks can be an absolute treasure to see.

                Andy

                • arqios

                  Indeed they are and to see and appreciate what inspired them is an added bonus๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป

                • Tom Dylan

                  A great piece, mate. Really captured the sense of walking in the artist's footsteps.

                  • arqios

                    Walking a mile in anotherโ€™s shoes ๐Ÿ‘ž isnโ€™t always easy ๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป

                  • NafisaSB

                    it is interesting to see what inspired the painter/artist and one may or may not be able to catch the true reason it resonated though..it's worth thinking about

                    • arqios

                      An excellent thought! Thanks, safina๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ

                      • NafisaSB

                        moat, and always welcome
                        have a productive and good day

                        • arqios

                          You too ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ



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