Vincent VanGogh's painting titled "Sunflowers and Irises"
Gold rises first~ sunflowers flaring, their ragged halos trembling like small suns caught mid-breath. They lean toward the room as if listening for daylight, as if remembering the warm dust of noon. Beside them, dusk u n f u r l s~ irises in violet folds, midnight pooled at their throats, blue ink gathering where shadow meets stem. They stand in cool defiance, a quiet evening hum held in their narrow leaves. Together they make an entrance~ heat braided with shadow, a dialectic of color held in one trembling vase, where joy and sorrow glow side by side in strokes that pulse with Van Gogh’s heart and soul.
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