Vinsent Van Gogh -- a Poem for Friday Writings
*[Van Gogh painting, it's photo I've taken of it illustrating in the Olive Garden] |
Woke up one stary night
Sweating on my pillow
Had been dreaming of France,
my stay in St. Remy
Been like being locked up
Cold infirmary drempt
There roommate of Van Gogh
Recovering, a cut
His ear had been whacked off
by himself, sharpened knife
We would go for a walk
Sunshine and exercise
Garden beckoning us
The olive trees still there
Why would they go away
Painting subject he loved
Begging both, his and mine
Take some pictures for him
Plans for painting again
Inside the hospital
When he would be alone
and have no walking friend
The pictures would remind
This grove he'd come to love
Would I please come again
Critique his work for quirks
[Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2006] |
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