An ekphrastic poem prompted by Vincent Van Gogh’s “Starry Night”
What the poet is, is a skilled lovemaker.
He takes the lead but only with consent
For naught but your own desire wills your eyes
To his next word, and the next, and so relents.
He builds a playfulness, a…
A poem
Although we no longer walk side by side—
Nor see much of anything eye to eye,
I choose to feel your soul’s hand holding mine
For I know in truth LOVE can never die.
Where anger has replaced your steadfast love
And accusations your invitations,
I choose to hear your soul’s clarion…