He was considered a strange soul
even at the best of times
he had lots to say, through his brush
yet no one really noticed
a genius mind?
creating landscapes
and starry skies
which could have intrigued
even the most, stubborn of eyes
and sunflowers?
grown in a meadow
painted into a vase of pride and gratitude
bringing the colour yellow to life
a cry for help?
later claiming, he didn’t remember
just what had he done?
never the less, painted his pain
to share with the few who enjoyed his genius
a bandage, covering his now missing left ear
I often wonder why he chose the left one?
more than a hundred years on…
it seems more than just a few admired him
I can’t help but wonder
if he saw into the future?
looking right into his true worth and fame?
even though
It was only to be
upon his death…
that the world would truly see
his...
lonely canvas.
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Author:
Teddy.15 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Vincent van Gogh.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments10
A sensitive write - a troubled soul.
A genius on the verge of some madness? That'll be me then, married to KP, of course! heehee.
Wonderfully mad. ❤️
Doesn't that always happen though? Sadly, the most beautifully troubled minds, are only discovered after death! This is an amazing piece Teddy!!! 💖💖💖💖💖
Thank you dear Liz. You certainly read between the lines. Thank you. ❤️
Brilliant observation that he may not have wanted to draw in a genius fashion but for others to capture his “loneliness” on his canvas. This poem connects to the artist’s heart very well.
Such a very kind and thoughtful review, thank you so.much dear Parisab. I'm truly humbled by your words. ❤️
Wonderful words Teddy about a superb artist in spite of his troubled mind and ways.
Andy
Thank you dear Andy, I've always loved Van Gogh. ❤️
I heard him tagged as a racist, and sexist!
And to think that Jesus said judge not.
I never actually knew him. Thanks for coming by. ❤️
you have a gift Teddy.
a beautiful write to a troubled man.
take a bow.
Thank you dear Melvin, you really are very kind. ❤️
A multi-faceted man, you have painted a picture of him as he is best known. You have filled your canvas with beautiful words that capture that side of him. For sure he saw the world differently form most. Perhaps, he was able to see the future. A lovely poem. - Phil A.
Thank you so much dear.Phil, very kind of you to come by. ❤️
A fine poem about a tremendous loneliness!!
Just to think that he didn't sell one single painting in his lifetime...
A fine poem about a tremendous loneliness!!
Just to think that he didn't sell one single painting in his lifetime...
Thank you, Norman Flagtea very kind of you to come by and say. ❤️
Fantastic write to a supreme artist, my favorite. I have 3 reprints hanging in my room right now.
Thank you so much dear Thomas, an intriguing soul he certainly was, his art is individually and undeniable. Much Like your absolute favourite wine. Everyone has their taste. I hope I did him some justice as an artist. ❤️
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