Wheat Field with Rising Sun/ Vincent Van Gogh/ 1889
THANKS FOR THIS TREAT, Tess, for Magpie Tales #72
And a HAPPY 4th to all!!
RUNNING MAN
Vincent, rise from Eve's sin,
the blistering dawn baptizes you.
Sprint across the field
until your breath spits blood,
lie down with seedlings
in the purple furrows.
The yellow stain is a blazing sun
that tears up skin,
peels and spins your mind.
Black night,
starry night,
surpassing heaven,
a canvas tucked into
the maker's hand,
blessing the folly
of the running man.
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RESTORATION 101
Here it is, the canvas of my life.
Time for maintenance.
It's better to sweep
a wide swathe of detritus away,
than to paper over
all the mistakes of the past.
I grab a useful brush,
not unlike the toothy kind,
and scrape against the accumulated plaque.
Then spray a scent to cover my exhalation,
as if fragrance itself equals
a cleansing.
Now the image of my years
is spread before me.
I try to float the dust
out of well worn crevices,
like Sisyphus pushing a ton of rubbish uphill.
Did he reach the top?
A rolling stone seeks its level
and gravity triumphs against a wanting soul,
no matter how serious the intent to win.
Whatever winning is.
Here's the likeness, brush it clean.
What seems a sketchy existence
stubbornly clings like skin.
Down on my hands and knees I go,
scrubbing,
like some indentured servant.
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