Lately, I Have Been Dreaming of Van Gogh's Last Paintings
The wheat fields and sky and Thunderstorms: The churches with empty Chairs, and Still life - now, when I fall asleep there are Tables and bottles and Perfect oranges. I have been dreaming about Sandstone cottages and Women adorned in red ribbons: They call me by my name, to come Bend to the roots and the Soil beneath morning, the Sun a halo. Rhonda C. Poynter This poem was previously published in Red Fez, Houseboat, and The Lake. Rhonda C. Poynter's other publication credits include Triggerfish, Frontiers, Wascana Review, Rio, Red Fez, Dark Matter, Minnetonka Review, Freshwater, Madison Review, Tipton Poetry Journal, Sleet, vox poetica and other journals, anthologies and magazines.
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Lori Walker Thompson
3/11/2016 03:40:07 am
Beautifully done, a long time fan of Rhonda's.
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