Van Gogh wanted to mix a material rainbow of colors <br />From primary red, yellow and blue in the sense of divine. <br />In the Holy Light, the love time of the flower clock discolors. <br />The empty glasses on the tables lack the Holy wine. <br /> <br />The ideal round tables assume their infinite regress, <br />While huddling down in a stupor the lonely men around. <br />Their eyes do not see the sense of life and true noblesse. <br />From a corner view, silent colors search for the sound. <br /> <br />Tables for awakening, for life and for the fate's game. <br />In life, a complete circled awareness needs time. <br />In many forms, the epitome of tableness is the same. <br />It keeps a purple silence for the painted mother of thyme. <br /> <br /> <br />This irreconcilable demon -woman hung on the left wall <br />Needs that freedom engraved on the emerald green door. <br />The watch on her hand shows the time for a masked ball. <br />Destined never to meet are the parallel lines on the floor. <br /> <br />Love is for completing the time as pink is for the emerald green. <br />In the mirror, this nuance of green reflects the sadness of life. <br />Against the red, pink and white, in games, the cue tip can lean, <br />Because all the main complementary colors are at strife. <br /> <br />The white coat of the waiter is a symbol in the glow of the lamp. <br />The perspective looks somewhat downward toward the floor. <br />Extending to new dimensions, Eve sits or she just up to vamp. <br />The flowers wither and the life disappears after an endless war. <br /> <br />Poem by Marieta Maaglas<br /><br />Marieta Maglas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ekphrastic-poetry-van-gogh-night-cafe/
