In the maelstrom that swirled inside your mind
Ochre and indigo vied to give birth,
To an image the past had softly enshrined
Of stars and the moon encompassing earth.
A hermit's life made of error and trial,
When your love for Kee was to no avail,
The care of Sien would assist for a while:
But you were both cursed with minds that were frail?
Then sorrow birthed beauty of colour and light,
A new definition to canvas and paint,
And still in the minds of men you ignite
The wonder of art that knew no restraint.
Vincent van Gogh, though a short time on Earth,
You showed to this world, a man and his worth.
A contest entry
- Inspired by "Vincent" by cricketjeff.
4200 points, ended June 30, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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beautifully won on the hm. This poem will stand the test of time and remain a classic always.
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congradulations on the Greenie
stunning, he did show us didn't he, how to the the beatuy in the most ordinary things
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You really are superb at this!
A beautifully informal sonnet, so well matched to the art you celebrate. It's a pity that we decided to penalize poems about Van Gogh
the contest really asked for any other painter 
However I am not sorry it pulled this from you, it's a wonderful poem
Jeff
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poor Vincent
the world he had sown a" tourmente "
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What a wonderful Shakespearean sonnet you have penned. The language is top notch, the rhyming, meter, and stresses are all spot on. You have done Van Gogh and Shakespeare proud with this write--not to mention yourself.
The only thing I might do to modify this work of art is to strengthen the ending a bit. A stronger ending would bring this up to an A+ instead of just a solid A (IMHO).
Very well done!
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This is beautiful!! <3
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Wonderful! I was going to enter this contest, but I don't think I can compete against this. One of my favorite painters, "painted" so well in words. Good Luck!
Write On!
jIM
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I love your rhyme! I also love your empathy for the artist, tragically, he seemed to bleed through his work, his life pouring out. I believe that he created a painting everyday for a year or so, probably while he was institutionalized, and was this for love of a woman, it seems we take the blame for all of mankind's craziness. Don't you imagine that his brushes were as frayed as his mind, perhaps. He created beauty through his madness. Excellent poem!
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A beautiful tribute to an artist and his/or her unrestrained efforts forming lasting impressions on humanity.In "Starry Night", Vincent's swirling velvet haze immolates a mastery to his madness to our benefit in blessing spades!
Just as does the virtues of this exquisitely mused poem.
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Excellent Di
Love it when you rhyme.
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