The Painter of the StarsA Poem by Ian TitianA tribute poem to the very special, passionate, sorrowful artist, Vincent van GoghThe Painter of the
Stars In full lucidity I remember The beautiful blend of blue and yellow In the sky, swirling, twirling and spinning And the cypress growing high in front of me It was never black It was never empty and it was never bland Such a scene to behold, a scene not for the normal eyes to appreciate T’was impossible for them A tear dropped from my cheeks and onto the grass below How lucky, how lucky you were, I thought A luck you never even knew you had But I did ... You saw what all of us never even dreamt we could The starry night you painted showed to me what the morning showed to the day Ah, how I still remember one of such mornings As the chill, gentle wind brushed my face Opening my tired eyes, I grabbed but a pencil and a paper And walked into the front lawn There it was in front of me, a scene of full beauty The wind swirling high above in the sky so vividly The trees, with their branches twisted and turned And the brown of their color blending in with the bushes of the green. Their rough pattern and surreal shapes all so lucid So vivid ... so clearly were they separated one from another The birds, they were naught but strokes in the sky But their cries resonated within me Washing me with a feeling of peace and tranquility The whole scene reminded me of what you once created A beautiful scene of haystacks on a colorful yellow farm With twisting cypresses in the background and a swirling gray sky above With comfort I sat down on the wooden chair on my bright, colorful front porch The twists and the turns I captured on the paper all so brilliantly And I cried, awestruck with wonder at how beautiful the world really is if only we could see it the right way And you showed me how ... Oh painter of the stars ... How it makes me sad, how you didn’t know how much you actually meant to people And how you felt you had to take your own life Though I understand ... Though luck and passion you had, what you recognized in yourself was naught but the misery And the sadness, which you quoted will last forever © 2018 Ian Titian |
StatsAuthorIan TitianMalang, Jawa Timur, IndonesiaAboutArt is what enables our eyes to see beyond what is visible. It can captivate our souls and make us realize how beautiful and majestic the world around us is, for there is so much to be appreciated tha.. more..Writing
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