Three Poems Inspired by Van Gogh
by Julia
1.
Branches cut open the sky.
Autumn offers no healing.
The wind pours in.
The tree becomes the shape of the sky.
Oh, the tree paused in the high-pitched voice register,
unseen by anyone,
yet always singing.
2.
Such a bright autumn.
Neighbors talk along the road.
Wheat stretches like the sea,
walking down the steps of autumn.
A house stands in the middle of the sea.
The wheat has turned yellow.
3.
The sky above our heads is war.
All we hear are cries.
Home is packed into a suitcase.
People sleep on the streets,
their eyes open.
Bodies are buried in rectangular pits.
How many must be dug
before it is enough?
2 Responses
These are wonderful! John looked up the type of poetry. It’s called Ekphrastic. Also, he expressed that the third poem reminded him of The Scream by Edvard Munch. These poems should be emailed to Tara at the Poetry Club. TPATRICK@cityofgoleta.gov
Enjoyed them very much for their great display of emotion rather than just impression or observation.