he comes from dutch reformed family, disappoints (emotionally distant, bereaved) parents; as both a preacher and painter, vincent ministers to peasants, potato eaters, and sowers; people of humble cottages.
follow him to france en plein aire; walk along avenue of poplars, past red vineyard and white orchard (smell the blossoming almonds) into wheatfields with haystacks, under dark shadows of cypresses, to the banks (and boats) of the seine.
admire the light of bedroom in yellow house or the cafe terrace, cobalt skies of starry nights, and dying beauty of golden sunflowers: feel angst of stark self-portraits (especially with bandaged ear); hear gunshot…black crows cawing.
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At dVerse MTB prompt, Bjorn Rudberg encourages us to make a list and write a poem. I made a list of some of Vincent Van Gogh’s (almost 900!) paintings and wrote a poem about the artist’s life.
He paints pale pewter twilight with splash of blood-orange dawn; a wash of lemon yellow morning, with buttermilk clouds layered on cornflower background, blends to tangerine afternoon; then, sweet lavender dusk which transforms eggplant evening into deep indigo night.
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“The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.” Psalm 19:1
Today, my grand daughters colored my sidewalk with chalk and Rebecca said sweetly, ” Grandma, we’re not afraid of the sickness; we just go outside and DO things!”
Celebrate LIFE as spring colors the world with…
soft sunrise pink
happy tulip red
emerald lawn green
robin’s breast orange
easter lily white
lilac scented purple
dandelion yellow
fuzzy catkin grey
open sky blue!
If you’re an old “Chicago” fan, enjoy this recording (1970) which begins with song, “Colour My World” which features a lovely flute solo:
are these statements provocative? unacceptable, politically incorrect? should i apologize to the world? do we really believe in tolerance? does diversity respect equally?
i want to listen and learn
i may disagree but that
does not mean i hate
yes, i am privileged
to love & be loved
to also bleed red
i thank God for
his blessings
every day;
you?
The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance. (Psalm 16:6)
a poem in my pocket 
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