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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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.
Weโre in such a rush, indeed; and the current too strong to swim against. Thanks, dear friend ๐๐ป๐๏ธ
You are most welcome my friend
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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.
Thanks Friendship, that is so true, indeed ๐๐ป๐๏ธ
Ah. This Van Gogh makes me want to "tip toe through the tulips"! ๐คฃ Sorry, I couldn't resist the Tiny Tim reference. This is stunning, my friendโVincent absent from walls but blazing in fields, tulips burning with his hand. The metaphor of timeโs station pulling us away from what matters is powerful. ๐น๐ค๐๐ฏ๏ธ๐ฆโโฌ 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!
Alas I will have to go again as that particular trip didnโt see me taking many photos. If at all. But I shall scour the attic and be hopeful.
Ah! Fair enough! It happens! ๐คฃ ๐ค
Fine words Rik, artworks can be an absolute treasure to see.
Andy
Indeed they are and to see and appreciate what inspired them is an added bonus๐๏ธ๐๐ป
A great piece, mate. Really captured the sense of walking in the artist's footsteps.
Walking a mile in anotherโs shoes ๐ isnโt always easy ๐๏ธ๐๐ป
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
An excellent thought! Thanks, safina๐๐ป๐๏ธ
moat, and always welcome
have a productive and good day
You too ๐๐ป๐๏ธ
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