A Starry Night Poem

[Photo, Copyright , Jimmiehov 2006, All Rights Reserved]

Under the Stars;

  Van Gogh's Starry Night

Standing in awe

In awe of the man

In awe of his works of art

In awe of his troubled life

Standing beneath his stars

In between his olive trees

Gazing at those mountains distant

Glaring back at his glaring moon

The stars for me twinkling bright

As they did for him that starry night

Gives me the chills and goose bumps

As surely they did for Van Gogh

I'm beside the olive grove

Beside the sanitarium where

Where he admitted himself after

Cutting off his ear that starry night

There in God's garden, next to Eden

I imagine his pain, pain before

And bloody pain after the knife

Feel his despondency as is mine

Though stars are bright and glowing moon

Cheered for a moment but not before

And not again after bloody knife

The stars still twinkle now and then

But we won't be the same, deed is done

We walk around and look the same

But we are not. We are the person

Person who tried to die but did not

Starry Night - Vincent Van Gogh  .

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2006 (top Photo) and 2019 (the poem), All Rights Reserved.
 - I am linked with Kerry O'Connor in the Imaginary Garden at
http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/06/kerry-says-human-landscape-interactions.html?m=1
 - We, Mrs. Jim and I, St. Remi, Provence, France in 2006.  Staying almost a week, I enjoyed every moment, even grief remembrances.  I will try to post more pictures in a bit..

 - THIS IS NOT ME IN THE LAST PARAGRAPH.  It is written at the suggestion of my muse.  I've been very close to one who did attempt, my first real school friend did finish her job, and so did the Valedictorian of our high school graduating class of 48 students.  I've known several others who did or attempted but none so close.

 - I first posted on-line my photograph picture of the Olive Grove on my other blog on April 20, 2006, from St. Remy, " https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/search?q=van+gogh " and some of my France posts are here, we've been several times.

 - The Starry Night is an oil on canvas by the Dutch post-impressionist painter Vincent van Gogh. Painted in June 1889, it describes the view from the east-facing window of his asylum room at Saint-Rémy-de-Provence, just before sunrise, with the addition of an ideal village.

A Sevenling Dual Poem

There was a grey man

His feet were made of clay

Eyes of cat glass, thumbs were tin

Wife's stomach growled

Her nose constantly dripped

Smile on her face, loving pair

They watched TV while baby cried

Spring flowers bloomed

Hibiscus were orange

Purple lilies, roses pink

The puppies yapped

Kittens suckled, honking geese

Yet rains and sunshine making love

Man, flowers, beasts, all tuned for spring

makes babies smile

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Toni on the Sunday Muse at http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2019/06/sunday-muse-wednesday-muse-12-sevenling.html?m=1
 - I am also linked with Rommy in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/06/the-tuesday-platform-slow-down-and-feel.html?m=1
 - There at the Muse Toni has asked to write a Sevenling poem.  This is my second poem for the Garden. I woke up this morning at 4:50 and couldn't get back to sleep. So I read Margaret's pretty Sevenling. Yes, I would try. Mine wasn't so good but I couldn't stop so I added another to have a Sevenling Dual. The whole thing isn't real good but I spilled out my crazy mind. I do that a lot, I'm wishing for a smile.

Well, ...? Dumpy Chicken Poem

Foolish Chicken;

  the way I am

Am I going Whacko or what

When I get up in the morning

and announce the chicken I am

The always dumpy chicken sits

What is it thinking of or does

it think at all?  Sure I don't think

Or do I first stretch, flap my arms

Feeling cocky, crow if I could

Look at my mate kiss on her cheek

Never know, lots of in betweens

Do I scratch around beak and feet

No worms, ones I caught got away

Last night's gecko quiet, now still

Dead to world I'da let him out

Ran scared of me he chose to hide

Around that's the way my world's hatched

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Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019
I'm linked with Rommy in the Imaginary Garden at the Tuesday Platform, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/06/the-tuesday-platform-slow-down-and-feel.html?m=1