Seven Degrees - Editted

Where to? Just to walk? Dressed in long garment like ghost? A question mark in purse… gold!? She preferred a walk! Missed her crooked edgy boat! Just went to walk down the road… Looking at picture In the hands of the painter Van Gogh’s mystery nurtured He drew her prayer… In her purse she did question Why!? Was just a tough question Wondering how could That happen in night’s second! Hefty waters dashing… haunt!! The chimney trembles! An earthquake wakes up fixed days! See a muddy unpaved ways? Though all wide paved roads Reach Britania’s bay… north? Shown on left corner’s foot’s coy Enlarge picture here… Her garment is night-time sleep See the shooting stars racing heap? Umbrella is closed Carried lest harsh rain is dropped Fall signed surprises to roll… The roof is breaking! But picture of landscape’s tweak Is seven degrees… earthquake’s squeeze! What caused that earthquake? Look close… hills’ dance! Wave! Tsunamis launch big headache… The sun’s round high rays Amazing view! Beneath slate! Above roof tops water stays! Can’t take my eyes off That white house’ name looks… hello! Van Gogh meant… white house we know..! The cleverest knew Floods and blubbers can dash through The Atlantic Ocean’s see through..! Since past styles distort But now all styles run the show The broken boat… does not flow! The ark as in boat..!! Seems like Noah’s ark… didn’t row! Got broken on hills… the road! Looks like Broken Wa- gon town fits show on sheer Van Gogh’s print… water’s sketch grade’s class! Under her smooth feet Hilltops’ visage… very week... Vast landscapes flattened… see here? Till water recedes… With hefty tears of few years Trotting in Van Gogh’s tart dreams. BY: Nadia F. Shahwan – September 2009. The portrait of “White House at night” by Vincent Van Gogh was the inspiration of my poem-Seven Degrees.