With Van Gogh, I Hear Music
Outrageous whorls, Vincent, cochlear want-daubs in whispers - a spirited thirst a scream of controlled turbulence an aria. Echoes of whirling dervish poets who kick up earthy pigments of raw umber - taste their swirled words. My lover says, look - the sun sets, presses want back into the day. But I say nothing. My ventricles treacherous cyclones swirl perpetual indigo oscillate an eternal starry night. Crystal Snoddon Crystal Snoddon is a Canadian writer who feasts upon art to make sense of the corporate. Most recent publications of poetry include Tuck Magazine, The Light Ekphrastic, Communicator's League, The Quarterday Review.
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May 2022
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