It is not with the sadness,
Nor madness,
Of Van Gogh
That I exclude myself
On winter days, in February...
Neither is it with the passion
Of Mc Kuen' s loneliness
That prompts me to feed
The returning gray cat...
Surely it isn't the same
Broken hearted heaviness
That took Dali' s spirit
Makes me question why
I surrender
To the paleness
Of my room, unattached
To another's heart....
Tis merely my own poet's prison
That paints my starry starry night.
Heaviness! ! ! With the muse of love and pain. Thanks for sharing.
congrats! it's nice to see this poem emerge as member poem of the day just few hours after i'd read and commented on it...comparison congrats Susan my favorite poet member!
It is merely my own poet's prison That pains my starry starry night. Superb expression projecting the inference of introspection of almost every one in our fraternity. Heartiest Congratulations for the poem of the Day.
Awareness and acceptance... no judgment... we are who we are... Nicely done.
Brilliant, absolutely brilliant. Appreciated the adorable poetic expression. Top score
This is not sadness nor madness. Nothing can hamper the mind of an artist. An artist paints the canvas but a poet paints mind of self and others creating beautiful poetry....10
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You surely have an artist's heart to paint with words of canvas that has been prepared by Van Gogh.10+ This is one poem I wish I could have written,
Honest, true and powerful words. A painter see with wonderful vision. A amazing poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another excellent poem written with such descriptiveness and feeling that you always do so well. My friend, my favorite, I hope all is well.