Long Pointillism Poems

Going Dutch

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Bilocation – 2-11-24
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Bilocation

Love
Slips through labyrinths of tangled spirits
 Complexities and conundrums of misdirection
Released by prophecy,
Like clairvoyant fingers of misty sunshine
 in two planes
  sharing one minute.

Love reaches beyond boundaries of fluttering flesh -
A bridge...

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Dot to Dot

. 2 . Point to point
Painting life by the numbers
A moving chorus line of choice
Random patterns spurned
Unbroken pointillism paints a soul’s portrait
In shades of shadows and sunlight

. 2 . Day to day
In a...

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Vincent Willhelm van Gogh
a difficult talent to truly know
unwise love choices-Eugenie Kee&Sien
made him stick to brush not pen

Finance support from brother Theo
loosed his giftings to flow
in dark landscapes&still life
too bad,  without a  wife

From Ecole de Beau Arts a matric
In Antwerp he creates his pics
Then to Paris to mix with the best
lived an artist  life with great zest

Upon the death of Pa Theodorus
Vincent does portraits&busts
as his love life to Margot ails
so also his pointillism fails

He then met Agostina Segatori
& a brief affair the world did see
An interest in all things Japanaise
then to Arles were the sun does blaze

The artists colony  was not a success
Vincent cut off an -ear-but I digress
progressively VG became deluded
'a mad redhead,'the locals said

Genius & delusion marries as one
but a recognisable usp is done
with broad brush& wavy line
a reputation to outlast his time

In Arles he is hospitalised
&unique art realised-
then with a gun suicides
on canvas though his genius resides...

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I scaled the heights
and crossed the genre over
Rock and Pointillism
Springstein and Seurat
on dotted i some critic cries
aloud echo canyoned schism

to each his own 
we together bemoan 
separation of our malaise
individuality's good 
'long as it's understood
we're...

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Van Gogh colour https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/a_sty-eye-lised_impression_921575

Pollock expressions  https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/pollock_chances_1145547

Hopper enigma https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/hopper_metaphors_of_silence_1145757

 Pointillism Seurat  https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/symbols_of_sunday_recited_489054

Klee modern haiga https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/once_emerged_from_the_grey_of_night_902905

Lichtenstein https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/shipboard_girl_78036

Macke  https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/mirrors_of_the_soul_recited_475860

Matisse cutouts https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/a_matisse_melange_1146030

Archimboldo surreal https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/soliloquy_143748

Nathaniel Bacon Still life https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_cookmaid__still_life_80170...

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Pointedly poignant points portend pointillism.
Pontiffs pontificate pointless pointers ponderously.
Pompous poems populate Pompei pottery potently.
Porous pornography portrays Portuguese porta potties.
Poppies pop Popeye’s popular popcorn.
Populist populism pots ponies properly.

Blithering blather blots bloody bleeping blips.
Bloomberg blogs bleach bleating...

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This etheric energy;
free-floating mist, 
out of time and mortality; 
a pointillism portrait of soul, is infinite.

Lifetimes spent in many faces and places; 
collect omniscient knowledge; 
the vault filled to capacity;
somehow has room for even more.

Intermingling...

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pictorial
     pointillism
a little dotty
              expressions
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COLD WAR ARTIST 


The art of such intention is fatigue
At living lies outside the scope of death,

To wear in the last blitzkrieg
A shroud meaning artist, a wreath

Of columbine in the hair, but the kitchen eyes,
Carbuncled...

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night green
in my Rembrandt pencil box
is green shade
sharpened
it is a pointed pencil presence
part of a pointillism
part of the paper
part of the picture

night green
in my Rembrandt pencil box
is green shade
not a light green
not a leaf green
not...

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spring stitched the horizon
budding with French knots of red
			and jade and gold
the underpinning of branches
 began to disappear
as the surface danced 
with pointillism

kelly-green cuffed the lawn
daffodils were pocketed
in among the satin threads
		 of pine bark...

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Like a Seurat painting
I view my life up close
and see a million tiny colored dots:
       eating breakfast
       driving to work
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