Friday, July 29, 2016

My Poem: The Painting of Bart Kwint

Blooming Bright by Bart Kwint
The painting of Bart Kwint

Blooming bright, blooming bright
blooming brightly bright.
Blooming in a vase, blooming on the wall
flowers flourishing kind and colorful,
for me, for all, for all!
The war is over, the castle is gone,
it looks tall,
my house, with a little art print and an original
on its way to spectators.  Not spectacular rather
kind,  sweet, homely, almost insignificant
but so familiar. Factory, prison, castle,
House of the Lord, small house, hospital:
painted flowers good for all!
No violence but violet, no hate but paint.
If war returns, reiterates, reoccurs, it is only an interval
between two lilies,  in case you should ask...
A Van Gogh for five bucks,
and an original bright blooming by Bart.
Go for it, be simply smart.
Look at flowers, think of a mansion full of art
as a little home to be homesick for.
Blooming bright, blooming bright,
beyond the unnatural nasty night,
lovely little light flowers.




Vase avec des Marguerites - Vincent van Gogh
Abigail Valkenburg