If I could grab
the heavenly blue
from the sky
and could place it
in a picture,
could capture the black
of the night on it
and stars hanging above
I would almost be
like the Creator,
or maybe it would have made
Vincent proud,
but it’s only
a few blunt words
that I leave here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Blunt words that have been read by me, and what I see is a sharp expressive imagination. Will be looking for more of your prose. ;) Regards. Craig.