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Poetry

Erroneous Starry Night

Darlene Bester
issue four

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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.