Tuesday, 28 February 2012

"Portrait of Dr. Gachet" Poetry Response

Portrait of Dr. Gachet
by
Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890)
The 
Creation

Reality,
in its own force,
overrules the judgement.
Simple, and true.
A drop of rain,
Heavy and splashed,
Contiguous space was black.
Falling for the destiny,
And yet solidly.
Two different sides of the coin,
The start and the end,
Differs.
A heart that once jumped,
Now lying flat.
And there are the dirt inside.
It all started with pride.
Thought for the future,
The boy had hoped, realized it is going to come.
The ink had floated,
all over the table, the quill did not escape.
"You come tomorrow to this room and sign."
The woman said.
"Don't expect it'll be high."
The reminder again.
After a while,
Money was earned, but not much.
Not enough,
For the debt he needed to settle.
But that was the only way,
The only choice possible for those years.
A change had came for him,
This opportunity, 
Eliminated some wrinkles and brought sparks.
Revenge was to be unleashed.
A little girl had caught the sight,
Leaving the mark for another start.
After a year,
He was out of the room.
Now, doubting:
One's obligation was already planned out?
What is Destiny?


Speaker: God
Audience: Us
Message: One's life is walked by themselves, what decision one had made would create    
                   one's destiny.
Peer editor: Nahyun Lee