I peer inside
Van Gogh's
little red lacquer box
full of nothing
but
a jumble
of wools
odd balls
of it
yellow & blue
wrestle together
orange & yellow
sneaking in & out
of themselves.
A simple tool
studying the interaction
of how colours
seek each other out
compliment the other
or have a row.
Touching in its
simplicity
the myth
of him
becoming ordinary
man again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem too....you make balls of wool and their colours nestling together so very special..... Ruthie