Vincent and I



 Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh
Public Domain - Wikimedia Commons

Those that know me well, know that I have loved Vincent Van Gogh since childhood.  As a little girl, I believed that Starry Night was painted for me.  No one could dissuade me of this fact.

So as an adult poet/writer, it is not surprising that often my work become entwined with his.  Here are a few examples for your reading pleasure.

Alive with Color 
 
Like Vincent, I too am “alive with color.” 
With the artist’s eyes, 
I see the purple dark, 
Brightened by spiraling gold light. 
No monochrome existence - 
No shade of gray subsistence. 
I am a tropical village, alive 
With turquoise and salmon, 
Buttercup and lilac - 
Tones of singing color - 
Unafraid of my rainbow palate life, 
I paint the world! 

Linda M. Rhinehart Neas © 2014 

Vincent’s Sky 

In a life, long before now, 
you painted swirling lines of fire, 
scattered across a landscape 
of purple and blue. 
Your palate alive with opposites - 
Your brush creating words 
only the heart could read. 
 
Gifted master of untouched space, 
did you journey into the void 
in order to bring me this canvas 
filled with waking dreams – 
filled with illusory hopes - 
filled with the nomadic contemplations 
of a mind whirling into illusion? 

Linda M. Rhinehart Neas © 2014 

FOR VINCENT 
Your work forms 
a kaleidoscope of emotions - 
Sunflower joy 
illuminates the soul, 
While, 
alone, 
like a white iris 
in a sea of blue, 
You stand - 
the sweetness of your soul 
hidden by the masses. 
The beauty of your touch 
fills blank space 
with whirling stars of light - 
winding through the groves of humanity.
You capture images of light and dark, 
space and form -
only to free them on canvases 
of perpetual vision. 

Linda M. Rhinehart Neas © York, ME 2000 

VINCENT 

I was just a girl 
      when first we met. 
Your blazing Sunflower mornings
     and 
       Starry, Starry Nights 
filled my imagination - 

You took me 
      far from the brick 
and pavement of the city-

You opened 
      the door to dreams. 

I was just grown 
      when first I stood 
deep within the Olive Groves. 

Quiet conversations 
       on the Terrace Café at Night - 
             wind swept mountains 
and winding paths 
        led me home -
to you. 
© Linda M. Rhinehart Neas York, ME 1996  

Comments

wenwolf said…
Alive with color - omg yes you are and I am so proud to call you friend and soul sister
Ditto - Wendy! Glad you liked the poems. Hugs!
Julie Luek said…
I love and admire your creative heart!
Rev. Linda said…
Thank you, Julie! Blessings!

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