Van Gogh painting
Springing and ringing from the belly
this chaos, turning and churning
Emerging and curving from the void
rising and falling, coming forth and stalling
transfixed in awe, we wait it out
twisting and turning, smoldering and burning
chiseled, tap by tap
formed, ridge by gap
written, word by word,
taking shape until it is heard
painted, stroke by stroke,
almost evolved from smoke
and so it is pieced to completion,
this beast of the belly,
this work of art
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Comments on: "The Process" (5)
I like the staccato of the rhyme here. Never saw this VG painting.
I love Van Gogh, but hadn’t seen it until I stumbled across it when I was looking for another one.
loved the painting and the poem. creation of any thing is truly a complex activity. 🙂
yes, it is.
This reminds me of the time my sister showed me an inexplicable modern painting –
I used the word pychological Excriment, not so much as an insult but as an observation
on a process – forming in the subconsious – and emergeing – ready or not, into the light of
day. Often thoughts have a mind of their own and seem to create themselves weather or not
others want them. Sometimes the result is beautiful – but even when it isen’t, there is bound to
be an interesting reaction.