Café at Night
His canvas was a complete blank
Paints, colours were his words
Immersed in thoughts he sank
Burning desires inside him stirred
He sent postcards, all different
Each one a separate clue
All were sent in succession
All were sent to you
The first an empty cup
The first of a few
It read; “I need to sup
I’m thirsty for you”
Second - an image of bread
And a sentence too
It plain and simply said
“I’m hungry for you”
Third - were two chairs
A table with cloth too
“I’ve saved these for us
To sit, just me and you”
Fourth - a map of France
A circle to mark a town
Arles was highlighted
“No need for formal gown”
Fifth - a clear night sky
Full of twinkling stars
“Please follow me here
From wherever you are”
Sixth - a calendar
A day, a month, a year
“Keep this day free
Just one day need be clear”
Seventh - a clock
The time - 11 pm
"Je suis le nuit
Tu est ma femme"*
His painting complete
Carefully constructed, tenderly construe d
Like Van Gogh’s, “Café at Night.”
Finally he simply wrote “I love you”
© Andrea Coltman
*"I am the night
You are my lady"
now see?...... read?....... no feel, yes feel - that's poetry,
the ability to put feelings onto paper, the ability to inspire.
Vraiment wow - thanks xx
God Bless you and your family
warmest and happiest holidays and all days
Tracey
Exceptionally composed - a beautiful romantic ride on your versed magic ... wonderful!!
Best wishes,
Robert
This poem, "Cafe at Night" is is vase with seven flowers.
Thank You, Poet, for adding value to the treasure of Poetry!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Thanks for sharing.
Lisa
Love Tinka
Vesna oxo