There goes Vincent with
his jagged sky, and
ragged beard.
His cobalt blue are
stained with the glue that should
hold us all together,
but it doesn't.
His sunflowers are lost
on humanity.
When we can't hold
on to what we pretend to love,
we kill it...
Usually in small
treacherous ways,
like apathy or
arrogance.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments8
Good write T.
Thank you.
For one who suffered so much mental anguish in his life, he left incredible works of beauty and insight, which as you so eloquently say, is lost on us. "They would not listen, they're not listening still, perhaps they never will". Kudos, my friend!
exactly. Thank you.
Just wonderful. One of my favourite artists I studied him when I was very young in London and I adore all the mystery and beauty he has and still brings to our world. 🌻
Thanks, Teddy. I love him.
stained with the glue that should
hold us all together....
Thanks for the read.
A very powerful write. Great imagery about people and one of my favorite artists
Thanks, mine too.
"When we can't hold
on to what we pretend to love,
we kill it...'
Strong write!
Thanks
Vincent was a wonderful artist but so full of troubles in his life.
Andy
Thanks for the read and comment.
When we can't hold
on to what we pretend to love,
we kill it ..
How excruciatingly insightful is that eh' ..
Bravo TWC .. Neville
Thank you brother.
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