Undergrowth with Two Figures - Van Gogh
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2/8/2025 for Undergrowth with Two Figures Poetry Contest sponsored by Di11y Da11y
I could never tell reality from dreams,
so palpable, oil on canvas seems,
and while in both realms, I now dwell,
must I say to one, farewell?
or go on living in Hell?
On a long spring day one hopeful May,
my imagination would display
violet poplars and undergrowth of green,
where emerged a woman, so serene -
magically, from nature, unforeseen.
She spoke to me and I could feel
that she must certainly be real,
but she told me she wasn't there.
I said I didn't care -
she was the answer to my prayer.
As dappled light on my skin, tingled,
reality and dreams commingled,
and this lady fine and fair,
that I swore I saw standing there,
disappeared slowly in the air.
Copyright © David Crandall | Year Posted 2025
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