Vicent you throw absinthe colors
in the sky of your madness .
The port of Amsterdam
raining hangman's ropes ,
beer tastes as rancid tide
and the whores look like charity ladies.
Vincent you soliloquize with wide-eyed fish
and you break your canvas like blasphemy
scaring away magus and little jesus !
Hide this flower of blood from the healthy mind's fury !
Vincent ...
I will visit your grave all invaded by the softness of green
passing by,I'll say hello to Theo !
And I promise I won't pray ...
As if to pretend you're yelling at me ,
we'll share a rough dutch tobacco
and some horrible country plonk ...
It will make us a good laugh !
A ragged star will cling to the mary blue,
bye Theo faithful bro !
Vincent ,at least your soul soothed
you'll go back to sleep ...
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Love your poem!
A tribute to a great master. Despite his demons, he gained a certain immortality in art.
There's always a demon lurking in immortality .
You know Vincent well he would have liked this poem. It's words in swirls and vivid colors paint the life of a man misunderstood and poorly recieved. A man that found it hard to give away his art. This poem in its passion reflects his. Very nicely written with recognizable symbols thrown in along the way. it paints a compassion for him as he did for the people he painted. Brilliant!
Thank you Sorren for your so sensitive approach !
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