Van Goughs Chair

Blue night in the north of Spain

 

The chair

 

She sits on chair by window frame

The light from street

Dismal,

Showed what remained of a broken smile

 

Now broken

 

My mind wonders back to yesterdays

 

In books I've read

Of hidden treasures

All mapped out

 

But for me it was always hidden

Her beauty

Deep and dark

 

All but light from street

 

Now she's in another world

Sad eyed

Wet with rain

Her hair falls on cheek

Pale

 

Trying to make her laugh you say something

She doesn't hear

 

Sometimes in my solitude

I talk of her

With friends

 

They reply

Leave her

She'll be OK

 

The leaves

Broken hearts

Dead fall on every graying pavement

 

People talk

Knowing no mystery

Nothing of nature

 

Again by window frame

I sit with my lady

Watching her sit

With remains of a broken smile.

Reviews

[Paula]

yeah,.. this is a lovely read, with poignancy and care. I'd reconsider doubling up on that last line, though: it feels a touch too contrived to use the repetition there. It would still be a lovely write if the piece ended with "watching her sit..."

nice work, jdking

[jdking]

it seems so long ago since I read this review but never answer anyway Paula thanks for dropping by.

[jdking]

Ps your comment is very much appreciated
Now I'm tied to at least 25 characters I'm afraid I don't at this moment have this in me its been a rather long evening and the night is long if I stay here any longer I m lightly to end up talking a awful lot of shite

[jdking]

I don't know I think it connect to the last line of the first paragraph
which in a sense ends where it starts,
watching her sit would have a sense of doom about it