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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.
Copyright ©
Ngoc Nguyen
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