Starry Night

Ekphrastic Poem #3 ^_^

A starry night and a café all in lights,

A city’s people chatting around;

Though, not a single clue leading us to the truth.

All seems well, yet none look swell, a

Painful day and mournful night;

The murder of life’s love, all too contrite.

Regretting what has passed,

All agree to forget at last.

 

 

Author's Note

At least, it was an attempt at modern ekphrastic poetry.

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

A very nice and I think sucessful effort, Hope. It looks like a Van Gogh.

[PhantomDancer]

Good picture. Did you find the picture and that give you the idea, or did you look for it after writing the poem?