The Eternal Problem of Colors

This was written from the POV of Vincent Van Gogh, with the help of his letters to get an idea of how he spoke (at least in translation). The title comes directly from one of his letters and the last line was his last words.

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The Eternal Problem of Colors

En plein air
Let’s plant our easels
Together against the wind!
Migrated to the south to find
My Japanese dream in Provence
Raving mad oleanders shadowed by
A funereal cypress under a yellow sky
We mad wretches delight in our eyesight
Play Wagner in Louis XV green and malachite
Wheat fields, golden to red and smelling of thyme
Olive trees shift from silver-grey to blue, now black.
The power to create is greater than my life,
To make my jealous pictures speak!
The night you left is a blank in my mind
All painters are mad but the doctor
Is more ill than the artist.
The sadness will last forever.

Image is Starry Night by Vincent van Gogh, found at: https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=25498286
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Dear Brain

This is from Day 16 of NaPoWriMo, which was supposed to be based on a letter or correspondence.

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Dear Brain

Dear Brain: I’m in such bitter pain
That I don’t know how to go on
Life is no longer worth the strife.
I’ve never seen you in despair, my friend
What is your secret, do share!
With love, Heart

Dear Heart: I don’t want to offend,
But your drama has no end!
Little things push you up and down
As waves manipulate a ship.
No one controls me; I am my own master!
You must be more logical, cool
And you will see it all as trivial.
Come for tea and I will explain.
Regards, Brain

But Brain, what can I do with this agony?
There are so many knives twisted in me
I’ve tried logic; I understand its meaning,
But it doesn’t stop the bleeding.

Heart, don’t you know the knives aren’t real,
Nor the blood? If logic doesn’t work for you,
It means you haven’t understood.

Brain, the knife is a metaphor
But the pain is not; it won’t be ignored
It’s as real as the blood flowing through me
It bites me and then embraces;
My lover and my assassin

See, you’re being dramatic again!
If you’d just stop and think…

But all I’ve done is think!
Do you think I take pleasure in…

Well, maybe you do…

But that’s crazy. And insulting, too!

Come on, Heart! Haven’t you read
Biographies of poets and artists?
Chasing pain to feed the pen
Always looking for trouble, imagine!

But Brain, did they really run after it?
I think sorrow came uninvited
And art was their survival, their Zen!

Well, there you go then.
If logic fails, try art!
(They brought it on themselves
Anyhow, at least in part.)

Brain, I’ll tell you once again
I’m glad to have you as a friend
I will try your advice; let’s see!
(About the artists, we will agree to disagree)

Valentine Laid to Rest

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Found by accident

Carried in your pocket for luck

Kept for convenience

Duplicated for posterity

Installed on your hearth

Where you revered me like an icon

There we remained in safety

Until the bitter day

When you realized your mistake

And cast me in pieces on the shore

To fade and be forgotten

Buried by time and thoughts.

*The painting is Remorse or Sphinx Embedded in the Sand by Salvador Dali