Bedroom in Arles by Vincent van Gogh
As he looked out that window
Vincent looked inward into mine,
To make an incision without end
Into what resonant frequency of living
Colour we are.
And it matters where you sleep, read and draw,
Where you sat as thoughts went toward-
A brother, the childhood that made him.
And it is cooler, not a blaze today.
His window, our heart is open,
Look-listen, to that colour, to that path inward.
I am a writer and poet based in Fife, Scotland. Although born in the USA I am Scottish by formation and write in Scots and English.
I have been widely published over the years and had some wonderful experiences. My work and other studies mean I need to get busy with actually getting another collection and more work out!