Orphani ..........O Poet I do not know?

Van Gough

touch me sky... as you touched him
 spiraled cathedrals of twirling color
eyes dare not see.... in voices
the deaf drag in silence... screeming
there pears in the mud.

Van Gough heard them cry...
his sacred fingers to feel the knife
that slung his spirit to those stars
and(............. i,   * ** *
 can only hope to      look...
following in a painting      bright.
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John Patrick Robbins Aka Gonzo August 24, 2009 at 12:09 AM A great poem and a great tribute to a one of the greatest artist to ever live this is a perfect write and a fantastic read Keep up the great work.

Charmaine Chircop August 21, 2009 at 4:43 AM wow this is a gem and it goes to my favs,im glad my fingertips lead me here--well penned --Orphani--charma

Christopher Higgins August 20, 2009 at 6:13 AM Wonderful piece of art my friend..enjoyed the journey.

Sara Kendrick August 20, 2009 at 6:11 AM Nicely written, Orphani. Keep writing. Sara