Ode to Vincent Van Gogh

A Poem of Love and Loss

Photo by Ståle Grut on Unsplash

In places with a sunlit glaze
A painter lived lost in a daze
Vincent was his name Van Gogh
A troubled soul we have grown to know

His brush in hand his mind on fire
He painted scenes that would inspire
His colors bold his strokes so free
A style unique for all to see

The people thought him strange you know
His clothes were so tattered his heart aglow
Yet Vincent cared not for their stares
He lived to paint none else compared

The stars above the fields below
The night’s deep hues the day’s bright glow
Vincent captured them all with style and grace
Then shared them with the human race

Still fame came not to Vincent’s door
His art unappreciated and ignored
He suffered deep within his soul
A tortured genius out of control

One day he took a gun in hand
To end his tortured life in a foreign land
Still his art lives on through time and space
To touch new hearts with its vibrant grace

Vincent dear Vincent we remember you
our passion and pain your talent true
Your legacy lives on in every stroke
To inspire us all with love and hope.

(A poem from the Wolrad collection #185)