Starry Night by Vincent van Gogh Strangers
A picturesque place
curled up in a valley
Gossip wakes up
a slumbering snake
A voice sneers
There are strangers in
town
taking things that
are mine
The skies leak decline
Clouds clash like cymbals
soaking souls in fear
Restless roars of
narrow breath
Children hold out hands
United by a universal
code
They play with the
stars
Get tagged by sun rays
Stardust spreads out
enchanting more
to dance with the wind
whispering new tales
whispering new tales
embracing delightful
new ways of being
in a town grown
in number and beauty
absolutely beautiful.
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There are some lovely lines in this: tagged by sunlight, when gossip shakes up the walls of contentmen, united by a universal code.
ReplyDeleteAnother lovely poem. The contrast between the third and sixth verses is wonderful
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful, positive sentiment. If only more people would strive to see "new" or "interesting" rather than "different" or "frightening".
ReplyDeleteI love the image of children playing with stars and getting tagged by sunlight.
magical and some of the lines were enchanting!
ReplyDeleteThe sixth stanza soothes. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteVery strong imagenary ... beautiful!
ReplyDeleteGroetjes uit Holland :-)
and amazingly enough... we are all privy to just that kind of powerful act.. what joy i take in seeing a world where we actually use it.....
ReplyDeleteSuch a lovely poem, showing both ways one can view a stranger. Well done, you!
ReplyDeleteLovely poem. Children are born without prejudice. It is something they learned from parents and society.
ReplyDelete"The stardust spreads out
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to dance with the wind"
amazing, it was like a big metaphor for out lives.. or how it should be.
I like how you start with contentment, which gets ruffled up by the entrance of the stranger, and then settles back down into contentment again by the end. Loverly.
ReplyDeleteA child touches the hand
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United by a universal code
I'm very impressed by this stanza - it seems to tell of the 6 degrees.
Nice poem!
This was beautiful. "bringing decease and decline, taking the things that are mine"...I loved these words, they expressed prejudice against anything unfamiliar so simply.
ReplyDeleteDon't you wish things were like this everywhere??? Well said, Marja!
ReplyDeleteOf course little wing I added you too
ReplyDeleteThank you Jo and Keith
Yes it is all a matter of attitude
Things become as you see them. Thanks Robin
Thank you steve
yes that's how it was meant to be.
Thanks for your comment Gautami
Bedankt Fenny. Alles goed in nederland?
Yes we are all powerful and able to make a change Paisley
Paris parfait Yes we have a choice in live
Herb urban that's why I love children so much.
Thank you very much rambler that touches me.
Thank you my friend rebicmel
Change is always difficult but the storm will pass
Thanks you very much tumbleword. I am not quite sure what you mean by the 6 degrees
Yes people are afraid of the unfamiliar
Quite touching and quite beautiful in the end. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteleave it to a child to reach past the fear...
ReplyDeleteA beautiful piece of heart Marja.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your tears and prayers.
I'm speaking with my son on the phone as I type this.
smiles
Stranger one moment, friends the next...ah beautifully portrayed. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThis is magical. The last stanza proves that.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully, magic!
ReplyDeleteHi Marja! What a wonderful vision of what is possible for humanity to embrace! And it's so true that it's often the children who reach out, letting play cross all boundaries and differences. Really lovely poem!!
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Very beautiful poem!I like it really!
ReplyDeleteThat is lovely Marja.
ReplyDeleteI am always amazed at how beautiful you poetry is, in this, your second language! Well done.
Thanks so much all of you. And Amber so happy to see you smile.
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautifully vivid piece of writing, that I have sincerely enjoyed.
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