Van Gogh and I
Van Gogh was a poet
Who painted picture words
A tortured soul with shattered heart
At least that's what I've heard.
I sit for hours and contemplate
The purpose of his plight
Then throw up my hands and lose myself
In his starry "Starry Night."
He had a knack for choosing
Pale ordinary scenes
And touching them with magic
And changing what they mean.
He turned ugliness into beauty
And beauty into scorn
He threw away the scented rose
And gave pity to the thorn.
He never knew the taste of love
And yet it brought him low
Love played the game of hide and seek
But it's face it would not show.
Love made him paint the portraits
Love made him wield the brush
He gave his life and soul for love
And love left his heart crushed.
His tired old men look sadly out
Of their prisons (picture frames)
They cry out for their privacy
For their hundred years of shame.
In every field and peasant
I see Van Gogh's expression
His hope and hopelessness comes through
For he never learned his lesson.
Through Van Gogh's eyes I see the world
(Or the world as it should be)
Van Gogh and I are quite alike:
We can't face reality.
Sometimes I almost fancy
When before his work I stand
That he is in there looking out
Reaching forth his hand.
Drawing me into his world
Far from this earth of blight
To sit with him and gaze into
That eternal starry night.
And if I could, I'd take his hand
And make him want to live
The world has taken all from him
Now it's our turn to give.
Vin-cent, if you can hear me
I hope my words ring true
I long to brush away your pain
And paint a smile on you.
He was a tragically tormented painter. Somewhat misunderstood. A tortured soul who took his own life. Died poor. But his paintings, as ordinary as they appear, are some of the most valuable and well known in the world. If he could see what he left the world!..... He drew many pictures of peasants, peasant farmers and self portraits with sad faces. I do feel for him in having gone through this plight. We'll never really know what really depressed him. I think he just felt as though he really didn't belong in this world.
ReplyDeleteNice tribute Voo!
I sometimes feel as if I don't belong in this world. But it passes.
My sister told me once that that song made her think of me
Deletegrowing up (we didn't grow up together)
She said she thought I didn't belong in this world.
She had no idea how right she was....is. I still don't
belong here. Vincent just wanted to feel that someone loved him and understood him.
That's all I ever wanted. Vincent and I have much in common. But I can't paint.
My sister can.
You belong and you're loved too! As the lollipop licking New York City detective (Kojak) from the 70's would say, "Who loves ya, Baby?"
DeleteAnd I certainly understand you. There! You've got it all.
I can paint. I've painted my bedrooms and the kitchen. Oh, and the living room too. (messin' with you)
I did paint in high school. One of my paintings was auctioned off and ended up on a bank lobby wall in my hometown.
good for you! I can draw and sketch so I could probably paint if I tried to. I grew up adoring Bob Ross, still do. He fascinated me. I always wished he could be my daddy. He was so kind
Deleteand loving. Art is such a wonderful thing. But it needs to tell me a story for me to
really love it. I'm all about the stories!!!! Me and Jesus have that in common...lol
You strike me as someone who could paint, actually. You should try it again.
DeleteI've been sleeping all day. Those dr's tests yesterday wore me completely out. They had to put me in a wheel chair at one point and give me oxygen. The last several days I feel like I've been a
vampire's victim...all the life sucked out of me. I'm not sure I'm going to be here much longer. I hate to tell you that but I don't. Barring a miracle, of course. 😢
BTW, I love the Mona Voo! The guy looking at your portrait, that looks like the back of my head 25 years ago, Today, it's still black with some gray. Lots of gray in the front. Anyway........
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed the music too.
I see what you're saying about that dark haired man. It does look like you standing there
Deletelooking at me! funny, isn't it? you sweetie.
rofl.... love it. The Mona Voo!!! lol
ReplyDeleteThis is one of my most precious writes to me.
Always had a bond with Van Gogh. Don't know why.
An I cried for days after seeing A Lust For Life with Kirk Douglas.
I felt so sorry for Vincent.
I get you Girl! You have a tender spirit. There are certain things in life that are precious to me too.
DeleteWe're just two big marshmallows running from the mean ole sticks of life....
Deletetrying not to get roasted but continually getting roasted....lol
Yeah! And we're comin' from the same marshmallow bag too! "Stick" with me! And watch out for that other stick. And we'd best not "stick" around either.
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