Van Gogh's Ear



The space is blurred
I see men in the fur of red birds
yellow clocks wearing hats
are sitting at the table
mirrors are laughing at me
things are ticking
in the echo of chaos
I spread
burning wings
suspended
in doubled dimensions
the sea of colours
is shaping sadness
I feel so lonely
in my locked reality




Poetry by Anna Banasiak
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Written on 2017-06-23 at 17:07

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Perhaps not relevant to the poem, but there's a café somewhere in Northern New Jersey called Van Gogh's Ear!
2017-09-28


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Great write and great imagery.
2017-06-29



Nice write.
2017-06-24


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Excellent, an inside out vision. Bookmarked.
2017-06-24


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
A very interesting write, Bravo, Anna. :)
Ken
2017-06-23