Van Gogh,
Dark wick of pain,
stark confused humiliation
laid over anguished need.
In a burning sky
flying crows called his name
wheat fields flowed in the wind.
Van Gogh painted with a furious rapidity
paint laid on with knife and heart.
Thick veins full of blood
jagged rips of energy
flowing through his fingertips.
Insanity urged him to paint
rippling trees, crooked houses,
angry land crawling across canvas.
Haggard he stood through the day,
dusty, parched, eyes gleaming, filthy.
Tactile paintings full of anguish,
the days he lived risen off stretched cloth,
vivid colors, wretched existence,
Yellow buildings, red lit rooms,
drunken brawls and torn paintings.
Gogh's days and nights turned into art
spat upon the master's waiting surface,
his anger, his insanity,
his wretched heart.
Soaked in oils from start to finish.
A contest entry
- A Painter's Brush! by Ted E Bare.
300 points, ended May 22, 2008, 25 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Powerful portrait of an incredible human being. He, like others, were/are so misunderstood. And he bled with the insanity imposed upon him. A human being. An artist. Only now is he recognized and heralded and even understood. That's sad.
You painted a very vivid description of Vincent's life and work and his torment. Thank you for paying tribute to this beautiful person.
Well done here!
Kelly
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'drunken brawls' i have had a few of those in my time
a good piece here showing the life of gogh, showing his humanity. the colours of art and the dark in the heart.
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i love van gogh!!!!
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