Written for: Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings #74: Painted Tales
(posted by Magaly)"Today’s prompt came to mind after I watched Girl with a Pearl Earring, a movie inspired by a novel which was inspired by a painting… Now, I’m inviting you to choose a painting and write new poetry or prose from the point of view of a character in said painting. Your contribution should include the painting or a link where others can look at it. Significantly rewritten pieces are welcomed."
~ Vincent Van Gogh
I weep on a pillowed chair,
barely warmed by a stingy
fire. All members of my
family passed on long
ago. My circle of friends–
how I miss their laughter
and companionship. Alas,
I have just said farewell
to my last friend. Old
age is a blue time
of aches, of loss,
of loneliness. I weep
for them all, and for myself
for living too long.
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I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
He weeps for himself too— for outliving everyone else. That’s sad indeed and I know he’s not the only one who thinks that.
Thanks for the poem. Lovely.
I have lost friends, but what brought this close to home, is my cousin. She passed away a couple of years ago at 85. She never complained about anything, but she did miss her friends.
This is so very sad… and true. Your poem and the painting show the despair quite vividly.
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You have captured so well the deep sadness of the artist’s brush.
Nice one Sara
Much💛love
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Thanks, Gillena💜
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Oh, how sad, and wonderful a poem.
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Thanks, Lisa!
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An absolutely beautiful, albeit very sad, poem perfectly reflecting the painting.
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Thanks, Rosemary!
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Very moving, very sad very true….wonderful poem!
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Thanks, Rall!
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Wonderful capture of his feeling. Lovely but sad. It’s why we need to sacrifice time for our elders.
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Thanks so much, isaiah.
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He weeps for himself too— for outliving everyone else. That’s sad indeed and I know he’s not the only one who thinks that.
Thanks for the poem. Lovely.
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Thanks, Selma!
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Your lovely poem hits close to the bone for me. I have outlived nearly all my dear friends, and at times feel the despair pictured here.
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I have lost friends, but what brought this close to home, is my cousin. She passed away a couple of years ago at 85. She never complained about anything, but she did miss her friends.
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