Ekphrastic Poetry, Free Lines

Ekphrastic Poetry- Van Gogh -Evening Cafe

Van Gogh wanted to mix a material rainbow of colors
From key red, yellow and blue in the sense of divine.
In the Holy Light, the like time of the flower clock discolors.
The empty glasses on the tables lack the Holy wine.
The perfect round tables assume their infinite regress,
Whilst huddling down in a stupor the lonely males about.
Their eyes do not see the sense of life and accurate noblesse.
From a corner view, silent colors search for the sound.
Tables for awakening, for life and for the fate's game.
In life, a total circled awareness requirements time.
In numerous types, the epitome of tableness is the exact same.
It keeps a purple silence for the painted mother of thyme.
This irreconcilable demon -lady hung on the left wall
Requires that freedom engraved on the emerald green door.
The watch on her hand shows the time for a masked ball.
Destined by no means to meet are the parallel lines on the floor.
Really like is for finishing the time as pink is for the emerald green.
In the mirror, this nuance of green reflects the sadness of life.
Against the red, pink and white, in games, the cue tip can lean,
Simply because all the key complementary colors are at strife.
The white coat of the waiter is a symbol in the glow of the lamp.
The viewpoint appears somewhat downward toward the floor.
Extending to new dimensions, Eve sits or she just up to vamp.
The flowers wither and the life disappears following an endless war.

A Spring with out Flowers

If you had been a spring with out flowers,
almost certainly that all my trees
would be lethargic.
If you have been a wind coiling without the need of leaves,
most likely all my trees would be currently fallen,
and if you had been a sky with out its sun,
surely no other tree could
germinate to develop from seed.
And I could not be able to exist any longer,
for I am the forest.
But in the snowy winter that would follow,
and in the churches with empty bells,
not ringing in the frost,
God would be nonetheless existent.
But you had been my springing spring,
my whispering leafing wind
and my sunny sky.
And, in the winter,
in your absence,
I did not cease to appreciate you Whilst
craving for the melted snow,
craving for the blossomed trees,
craving for the ringing bells...