Hi Shah,
There's a lot of the intensity I feel of Van Gogh in this poem. It makes me
remember reading a couple of biographies about him... (I wonder why it is
he, perhaps more than any other painter, found popularity... it can't just
be the 60's song "Starry, starry night...")
The phrase "Odd it might appear" feels wrong to me.
Bob
>From: c s shah <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: Re: A Tribute
>Date: Thu, 3 Apr 2003 18:14:34 +0530
>
>Thanks Gary; I've tried a revision.
>
>A Tribute: redone
>
>Yellow house, yellow flowers,
>scorching sun, explosive emotions,
>the man held his canvas with unnatural stoop,
>for he was bent to paint invisible air:
>air that whisked petals into cyclical whirls,
>air that scattered colours into grotesque curls,
>air that entered subconscious; like a rebellion
>he used his brush with revolutionary fervour.
>
>As if possessed, he attacked sunflower fields
>and drank landscapes in his passionate spirit.
>Odd it might appear, he cut his ear for his love
>oblivious to etiquette and decadent morals.
>Rare are the geniuses born, artists of intuitive flourish,
>this is a story of Van Gogh who redefined the art.
>*
>css
>=======================
>Gary Blankenship wrote:
> >
> > CS, I would tighten as below, but then that is more my way and perhaps
>not
> > yours.
> >
> > The yellow house and the yellow flowers, (cut the's and and
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