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VanGogh’s Oleanders

Vincent van Gogh (1853–1890) Oil on canvas

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Leaning towards the breezy open window
Open faces do greet me cheery so.
Rose-cheeked crimson faces and blood flushed
Caressed by silken pinks and puffs of white
Like clouds on green agave
Cling embraced inside your favorite pitcher.

There’s your book of lines and my book of words
Precariously set on the corner of carelessness, nap time, and
nonchalance
Bathed in afternoon reaching towards dusk

Somehow begging to be sought after in a furious state of inspiration
Together forever united in time.

Author:

Theatre Maker. Performer. Teacher. Student. Poet from way back.

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