When I Pen Lines, Fresh Thoughts of Vincent Van Gogh

When I pen lines, fresh thoughts of Vincent van Gogh strike me! How, with palette and brushes, he breathed life's scenes onto blank canvases long ago: coasts, countrysides, sunflowers, and ears of sheathed, ripe, yellow corn, to then capture picturesque events, and folks, in arresting, deep shades. Rime, more grounded than Van Gogh's lofty, grotesque portraits of man's rustic dominance and prime, yearns for the greatness of a beautiful mind, and the sublime immortality of art; with Van Gogh's troubled life, what hope I find now liberates my Pierian soul's heart. Ironic? How a painter's life and death, can still inspire another's creative breath.