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THIS POEM IS APPRECIATION, ADMIRATION, REVERENCE
This poem is the art of appreciation.
This poem is admiration - aesthetic of life.
This poem is reverence, a humble bow.

Van Gogh, oh Van Gogh, why the ear?
Why this extreme way of passion?
The sun flowers nod at your ardour,
To colour imitating splendour,
Of a bee's delight, no words only hues,
This poem is appreciation for star filled nights.

He sees her, he is timid, he is shy,
Those curves, they mesmerize him,
Stun him, reduce him to a stutter,
Where words are eaten alive,
And brain becomes sated to just dance,
This poem is admiration of youth hushed of lyrics.

Oh morning dew, oh sunset glow,
How masterful is ocean's lore,
By earth to fashion his smile and core ,
And by his side his fleshed bone stride
This poem is reverence of creation's pride.

This poem is appreciation, aka respect.
This poem is admiration be that as it may, respect.
This poem is reverence - a humble bow, respect.
THIS POEM IS APPRECIATION ADMIRATION REVERENCE © gillena cox 2017


Note
van Gogh's ear

Enjoy The Music


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