starry starry night
if i had known it was you
on the corner that night
all staggered and cerulean blue
spinning me blindly
with a bump to my shoulder
down a dark-sided rocky path
i would have turned back
and taken your hand
filled it with bread
and boxes of paint
covered the mirrors
and sold you on hope
written you ‘cross the sky
in one long blinding comet
and then reached for your ankles
so you couldn’t float away
.
but your path was set
long before you were born
an arched trajectory
of red ochre
burnt umber
alizarin crimson
left to trail behind you
in the stare of eternity’s night
while i wander this path
in the darkness, this ever blinding
always wanting
mars black shadow hole
of crow and star and
listening
always listening
for the echo
of your footsteps
.
..
.
March 23rd, 2013 at 11:04 am
if only you’d known – but i think he would have shaken off your hand too soon. as you said, his path was set.
“always wanting mars black shadow hole of crow and star . . . ” is perfection and magic.
March 23rd, 2013 at 11:13 am
You had me from the start – from the title to ‘all staggered and cerulean blue’ to ‘always wanting mars black shadow hole of crow and star’ Wonderful poem! K
March 23rd, 2013 at 11:50 am
This poem should be on a brass plaque at the MoMA beside the painting. It gives an even deeper meaning to the art.
March 23rd, 2013 at 11:56 am
So so beautiful!
March 23rd, 2013 at 12:18 pm
wow you use some really cool words in this…i like how they touch your life…and what our reaction would be if we had known…but acknowledgement as well that it might be better this way as well…fab descriptions through out as well..
March 23rd, 2013 at 12:34 pm
very cool kelly..love all the images…taking the hand and filling it with bread
and boxes of paint touched me escpecially…great close as well with the still listening for the footsteps..
March 23rd, 2013 at 4:04 pm
Just wonderful flow. I love how you paint with colors like a brush over canvas.
March 23rd, 2013 at 4:08 pm
I agree, very beautiful and an above fitting tribute. Such skill you have.
March 23rd, 2013 at 4:43 pm
This poem was definitely like a painting. Very nice.
March 23rd, 2013 at 5:27 pm
Oh would love to speak with him, or just watch him work…a wonderful painted poem!
March 23rd, 2013 at 5:53 pm
Really enjoyed this, Kelly… all the colors, and especially:
i would have turned back
and taken your hand
filled it with bread
and boxes of paint
covered the mirrors
and sold you on hope
written you ‘cross the sky
in one long blinding comet
and then reached for your ankles
so you couldn’t float away
March 23rd, 2013 at 6:53 pm
This is staggeringly beautiful.
A gorgeous poem, so well constructed and full of fantastic phrases as well as compassion and insight into his turbulent mind.
Impressive.
March 23rd, 2013 at 7:21 pm
What a wonderfully appropriate idea just to bump into dear Vincent staggering in the dark… By far the most passionate piece of the night. Such art and heart in this – I do really believe how much you would have loved to have been there with him and for him…
March 23rd, 2013 at 9:55 pm
Yes, indeed, a beautifully worded painting.
March 23rd, 2013 at 10:27 pm
a work of art in every sense… thank you.
March 23rd, 2013 at 11:48 pm
Oh, superbly written…it should be publicized somewhere…love all the colors described as well has his state of mind as he lost his sanity..
March 24th, 2013 at 1:52 am
Beautiful, poetic n song like. Nice!
March 24th, 2013 at 6:20 am
It’s tempting to think that it would have made a difference if he had known how admired, how appreciated he would be by future generations. But I’m not sure it would have. Wonderful poem!
March 24th, 2013 at 11:08 am
deeply poetic as always. you just amaze me~
March 24th, 2013 at 11:50 am
..very beautiful and def your words add value to the painting… smiles.. i really enjoyed your take…
March 24th, 2013 at 3:00 pm
Unbelievably (yet, believable because it is you) perfect.
March 24th, 2013 at 5:34 pm
Oh my. This is superb. I am truly glad to have found you.
March 26th, 2013 at 12:04 pm
fabulous!