Pinocchio-ed Gogh
Cloud Humour,Quirky Cafe,Roasting the Ray
“I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.” –Vincent Van Gogh
My world, my secret drey
Where I enter to dream,
Every time but I check in
I step on a watery stream,
I take care not to step
Yet, it draws me in,
My soar feet all wet
Healed by circling depths
Oh! so keen,
My dream house opens
to a window,
Which houses the Gogh-ian sky,
Stars stealing the dark
from the night
Drenched heart rolling in
the rye,
Words caught in cable
Whispers to the wind,
Will it carry the distance
Where the moon softens its rind,
My cardboard life
Damp and dim
Peeling plasters quick,
Burnt in blue, often un-clued
The fragrant breeze wafts in,
Pops open the can, adding
Some bubbles to the ‘-ly’
Denuding iron-clad irony
Now, that’s serendipity!
It swivels the tresses, veiling
the face, runs amok in glee,
Escapes from the exit unlocked
Can’t recall when I lost my keys….
I travel the starry starry night
Painted the maestro’s way,
Foot atop that scummy earth —
You often come to stay,
Anxious breath, sceptic gaze,
Leaving the room astray,
A child’s soul, ingenious mould
Calls for caring ways,
Personal, intimate, romantic gigs
Drum the quixotic bones,
They walk with you, catches the tune
of dissonant, urban sways,
I reach out for Gogh the Vincent
For stars in the azure to click,
The skies so vastly apart
Maybe, smog doing the trick,
What else to be touched upon
Memory running the tread,
Whistling kettle, fuming spout
Reveal an ordinary thread,
Things visible under radar
Smart eyes know what to tell,
Well let’s see…..O! me thinks
the absent nose is what is left…
Coffee beans, noisy grind,
Sieving emotions in mess,
Know distillation arduous,thoughts
moving through quirky base,
Gogh growing Pino’s nose
Gibberish at it’s best
Sniffing storm in the mug —
Here, Pinocchio rests his case!
Though Cafe: “What am I in the eyes of most people — a nonentity, an eccentric, or an unpleasant person — somebody who has no position in society and will never have; in short, the lowest of the low. All right, then — even if that were absolutely true, then I should one day like to show by my work what such an eccentric, such a nobody, has in his heart. That is my ambition, based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.” ― Vincent Van Gogh.
You can never enough ode this man, however you grow your nose à la Pinocchio, to poke yours into his world of creativity. He remains untouched, un-understood and so an enigma, the world is yet to justly decode.
It’s a Thank you from Soul Bay. Your visits for engaging and encouraging always light up the way!
