My Ode to Van Gogh

artwork by Joseph Lorusso

I know this is not Van Gogh, but as I started writing his work came to mind.

This was written for THE MAG #155

Write a poem or short vignette using the picture featured in this post as your inspiration. Feel free to take the image to use for your post.

Paint the world with all its vibrant colors

So it can be seen as it truly is.

As expression of beauty and love

shown so vividly in your painting.

Help us feel the emotion

your subjects are feeling.

Do it with the stroke of your brush,

dabbed in oil and placed so elegantly.

Show us our world through your eyes

and expressed through your work.

For you, the artist, see it in a peculiar way.

You see our world differently yet so real.

You paint the brightness in the dark

and the dark in the light.

You paint the simple in the complex

and the complex ever so simple.

Paint.  

For you are an artist.

Express.

With your mind and your brrush.

Share.

With a world who shunned you.

You are not crazy.

It is those who labeled you 

that clearly were.

You, Vincent are beautiful.

Magpie Tales

Vail of Beauty

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My mother, once so beautiful.

Now her body trapped within a layer of disease.

Struggling to get out.  Struggling to live.

Her body dependent on alcohol

As I once was dependent on her.

Her body, a shell of what I remember

when I looked lovingly at her while she read bedtime stories.

Her body moved slowly

unlike the way it once moved playing in the backyard.

Her eyes stared blankly into darkness

No longer sparkling blue like waters in the Caribbean.

Her mind no longer knows me.

Her son taken away her by alcoholism.

Her body is motionless now.

Beneath a purplish blue vail of beauty.

The way I will to remember her.

 

This was written for Picture it & Write

Picture it & Write is a weekly creative writing prompt hosted by the Ermilia coauthors, Ermisenda and Eliabeth.  We invite you to join in; continue the story or starting your own based on inspiration from the image.  Poetry and foreign languages are welcome, but please provide a translation.
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Color The World

Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

WELCOME TO FRIDAY FICTIONEERS WHERE EVERY PICTURE TELLS A STORY

We are a growing community of blogging writers who come together each week from all parts of the globe to share individual flash fictions from a single photo prompt (above). The prompt goes up early Wednesday morning  CST to give each writer time to compose a story by Friday. Some use the photo as a mere inspiration while others use it as an illustration. Use your imagination and think outside the box.

I suppose this is not quite the fiction genre, but just words on a page.  Forgive me for the creative license i took.  This is very differnt than I usually write.  I saw the contrast between the crayons and the black and white photo.  That was my inspiration for my writing I call:  Color the World.

Color the world
Take it from black and white
and give it  many colors.
So we can see the world through human eyes
and not eyes of an old camera.
So beautiful and full of contrast.

Color the world
Make people more than black and white.
Bring those old photos to life.
So we can see the difference in people
and appreciate everyone as they are.
So we can be as one.

Color the world
Throw color onto a canvas
and let me see the beauty you create.
Like a kid with crayons
in class many years ago.
Simplistic yet so beautiful.

Color the world. 
Using your mind and imagination.
To make this earth a more beautiful place.
To give the world diversity,
And acceptance to these colors.
As God intended it to be.

Till we meet again.  Good Day.

Mind of Shoo

Sky Writing

My son and I sat on the park bench outside of town.  It’s a beautiful spot on the outskirts of the desert, especially at sundown.

“What do you think Josh?” I ask.

“About what daddy?” the ten-year old replies.

“Look at the sky,” I ask of him.  “Read to me what you see. “

“Daddy, there are no words in the sky, that’s silly.”

Oh Josh, there are plenty of words in that sky.  Look out there, its like a plane flew in the sky throwing out big letters that formed words.  Just for us.  Look at the beauty of the sky.  There is one word.  Beauty.  Look how peaceful it is.  Feel it?  There is another word, peaceful.  Painters paint beauty like this.  Its their inspiration.  There is another word.  Inspiration.  Don’t you see all this Josh?

“Daddy, how do you see all that?”

Josh, use your imagination and the words will come to you.  I use my imagination. There is another word in the sky. Imagination.  You have to feel what’s around you.  Close your eyes. Feel the breeze, imagine the view you just saw right before your eyes closed.  There is another word.  Feel.   Use your eyes, don’t you see hope in the sky Josh?  Hope, another word.  The words are endless son. 

“I suppose daddy.  But when I close my eyes and think of this sunset, all I see is mommy” he says to me with tears in his eyes.  “I feel her arms holding me.”

“Josh, you saw beauty.  You felt love.  From this view of the sky.  You didn’t need words.  It was all there for you.  From her.  She will never leave you.”

“Daddy, I wish I could write I love you mommie in the sky.”

“You just did Josh.  I am sure she just read it.”

This fiction was written for Inspiration Monday.  Click for the prompts and rules.