Ekphrastic On Van Gogh
What pain you must have felt - what a life that you lived
A starving artist - swallows his own paint - in order to feel complete.
Painting the simple folk of a town
The tavern at dusk became your sacred domain.
The room at the asylum made you feel so diminutive.
You were an artist with a silent vow to God.
All of your stress that led to premature aging.
Your paints were your friends
and your paintings were your lovers.
Selling only two in your lifetime - never living to see how famous you’d become
You were humble and modest to a t and few people could see
The genius behind the madness- the madness was deafening
The sensitive and silent strokes of an Impressionist
Calmly reaching for the oranges and the blues
The flames reach higher and the skies
Your paintings - now viewed by millions -
you’re cherished at last
You make your mark on the world - with a night sky painted from memory
Years after you passed away I read
Your letters to your brother - Dear Theo
what a terrific bond you shared
I know now why you are called a painter.
Thing about artists - we die young and only then are we discovered
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