Did God upon
His Heavenly throne
Give such gifts
But with loneliness torn ?
The genius to burn
Its fingers stroke
The canvas seduced
Within his work.
The starry night
Artist alone
Solitude drenched
Through flesh to bone
Each star a tear
Which doesnt fall
Yearns for love
Landscape born.
Rolling fierce
Throughout the sky
Each a bleeding
Scornful eye
The tumbling soul
Of mortality pines
For hope in hands
Before it dies.
Fevered brow
Oh idle breeze
In hours locked
Leaves to trees
Pounding thought
Feet to ground
This starry night
Without sound.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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A fine write N.
thanks, always appreciated
I went out to see if it was a starry night and got soaked - it rained! Ever happened to you?! lol.
many times lol
A beautiful poem about a beautiful painting. I always loved this painting one of my favorites the he did. Nicely framed in your poem
much appreciated and thanking you
You are most welcome
Wonderful words about a wonderful painting Norman.
"Stars are the holes in heavens floor."
Andy
many thanks for reading always much appreciated
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