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^{Undergrowth with Two Figures by Vincent Van Gogh late June 1890}

Undergrowth With Two Figures Poetry Contest

Undergrowth with Two Figures -Van Gogh

Describe what you see my love, she queries 
A game they often play in the depths of the forest
He replies,  Turgid are the woodlands densely they’ve died back 
creeping  where  no  life  is seen,
between the flowery meadow's cracks
The poplars have shed their leaves leaving violet trunks bare
For it isn’t rare,  sun light  that shan’t filter thru the canopy
Entrapped is the pale old plant ivy green 
However, the white roses striving and yet flutily parade
whilst tolerating the languorous shade
As he describes his innermost inhibitions
without  interference or shame
In the distance, expanding their horizons together
Both aware 'tis a harbinger of the end game

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Susan Ashley

February 20, 2025 at 10:20 AM

Dearest Anaya, soulful poet, the intimate conversation set against the busy scene of the forest (where growth thrives or can die much like one's relationship) is ingenious! The exploration of emotions, the poetic exchange is beautiful. The rich depths you reach within the confines of Van Gogh's artwork expands without confines in the depths of this reader's mind and heart. Your brilliant artistry and intellect on full display. Congratulations for your success in DD's contest. Let's raise a glass.. here's to you, my sweet friend! Clink! Warmest wishes.. ~Susan

I Am Anaya

February 22, 2025 at 1:07 PM

Aw what a wonderful comment, Susan. I do wonder what the real poets as yourself are thinking, ha and your thoughts are most appreciated. TY keeping our tradition alive! Clink

Ink Empress

February 20, 2025 at 5:15 AM

Dear sweet anaya, This is such a creative and deep poem woven for the artwork, i do read every week alot of entries for picture prompts on my insta community and i always like poems that touches little details of the artwork and youve done that very well here, i especially love the ending “In the distance, expanding their horizons together Both aware 'tis a harbinger of the end game” what a strong ending! And also the flow of imagery and how youve woven words throughout is truly impressive! Congratulations on your win in the contest . Pleasurr reading your interpretation. Sending you light always

I Am Anaya

February 22, 2025 at 1:05 PM

Happy to have touched you with my details, Ty for pointing it out, I like to know what the real poets think. ;) Ty for congrats & light!

Duke Beaufort

February 15, 2025 at 1:33 PM

Anaya, I really like how you've put the characters from the painting as the central theme and allowed the poem to reflect their commentary and observation from inside the painting. A different perspective indeed. That takes some engineering of thoughts! Smiles!

I Am Anaya

February 15, 2025 at 2:47 PM

Good to hear your review, today. It was painted by Vincent one month before his death, hence melancholy fatalities impressions. Ty, Duke!

Paula Goldsmith

February 15, 2025 at 11:37 AM

WOW!!! What a write, quote and picture you have here. Love All Three... I enjoy many of Van Gogh's works. I wonder if this was him with a lover. "Good Luck" Have a fun day as you write away.................

I Am Anaya

February 15, 2025 at 2:41 PM

Ty, dear Paula! It looks that way, it's a little vague, what's going on around his mid-section, from afar it looks like stemming plants in front of him and no face on the woman, it's a beautiful Van Gogh ~hugs

Robert Gorelick

February 12, 2025 at 11:55 AM

I was smitten by your bucolic metaphors. So rueful yet hopeful are your words as you portray love's evolution toward an inevitable irrepressible eternity. Well- done! Robert

I Am Anaya

February 15, 2025 at 2:49 PM

I can always count on you to tell truthfully what I will like, in your wise and intelligent comments, Robby. Ty for your encouragement and support!

Daniel Henry Rodgers

February 11, 2025 at 4:28 AM

Dear Anaya, I am always a fan of Van Gogh. Your words breathe such an ethereal melancholy, a forest in both beauty and inevitability. I truly liked the interplay of life and decay, light and shadow, love, understanding, and the quiet acceptance of fate. Haunting yet exquisite. Winter Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel

I Am Anaya

February 11, 2025 at 8:45 AM

It's good to read your thoughts, Daniel, I bask in their warmth and am encouraged by far. TY for sharing. Winter blessings, dear poet.