pop-up snowstorm
the swirl of Van Gogh’s
starry nights
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Marianne Paul
Marianne Paul is a Canadian novelist and poet with a keen interest in minimalist poetry. Her work has been published in A Hundred Gourds, The Heron's Nest, Acorn, Modern Haiku, Bones, Frozen Butterfly, and Daily Haiku. She has recently (and joyfully) been experimenting with concrete poetry and word play.
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pop-up snowstorm
the swirl of Van Gogh’s
starry nights
—MARIANNE PAUL
I've certainly written a lot of haiku and haibun around Vincent van Gogh, but never combined snow and that wonderful painting I had the privilege to see up close in Amsterdam and London.
I love the idea, and have experienced, pop-up snowstorms! And I've experienced the swirls of Van Gogh's brushstrokes when I couldn't believe it, but I was able to be a couple of millimetres away from his wheatfields painting, and it had no glass front. The brushstrokes continue to be mesmerising the closer you get to them.
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blue note—
the snow falls
out of itself
Alan Summers
Nick Virgilio Writers House Poetry: Volume 1: haiku, senryu, and tanka
ed. Henry Brann (upright remington press July 2019)
cold spell
iguanas ?
falling from trees
acid trip
a decidedly unusual
starry night
.
pop-up snowstorm
the swirl of Van Gogh’s
starry nights
—MARIANNE PAUL
I've certainly written a lot of haiku and haibun around Vincent van Gogh, but never combined snow and that wonderful painting I had the privilege to see up close in Amsterdam and London.
I love the idea, and have experienced, pop-up snowstorms! And I've experienced the swirls of Van Gogh's brushstrokes when I couldn't believe it, but I was able to be a couple of millimetres away from his wheatfields painting, and it had no glass front. The brushstrokes continue to be mesmerising the closer you get to them.
*
blue note—
the snow falls
out of itself
Alan Summers
Nick Virgilio Writers House Poetry: Volume 1: haiku, senryu, and tanka
ed. Henry Brann (upright remington press July 2019)
Nice…
Faithful is a phenomenon
To its resurrection …
Where are we remembered?!