Poetry
Erroneous Starry Night
Darlene Bester
issue four
After “The Starry Night” by Vincent Van Gogh
Listen to the night-
it speaks to me
like the oceans do-
it speaks to me
like the summer storms do-
how they denounce
the plainness of
the stars.
The tragedy of night-
is the past versus
the future-
the smiling moon
beguiles the
eyes inside the soul-
yellow personified.
The oxygen, the
currents, the life,
steeped from this
window-
instills my fate
is secure-
in the twisting
of sanity-
wrung out like
the rain on
my skin.
Feel the teardrops
lived, died, and
wiped away-
the sun sets
on another day-
gruesome tree
of night-
rest this town-
I belong to the
erroneous starry night.
About the Author
Darlene is a poet, discovering the flowers that grow amidst the weeds, from her hometown in Minnesota. She has been featured in Bella Grace magazine, Door Is A Jar magazine, and The Orchards Poetry Journal. The way a cat purrs gently and other various small things inspire her work. She is sure the world is like a poem- a series of words occasionally placed beautifully together.
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