Vincent

Cherry

By hilary west

Fri, 10 Sep 2021
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I saw you in a flower,

The brightest, sunniest one there is.

I saw you in a landscape,

So green, so yellow, so ever blue,

With red-rooved houses and well-tilled soils,

I saw your world in vivid hue.

You are to me the painter's art,

The genie in the lamp.

When trouble came it caused you pain,

But growing ever stronger 

In the crucible of your art,

The broken colours formed a star.

And in your rainbow, Vincent,

Are a million tears of hope.

 

 

 

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Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

This is a stunning poem from you Hilary. Is it about Vincent Van Gogh? 

Jenny.

 

Submitted by hilary west on

Thanks, Jenny. It is of course about Van Gogh, there is no other Vincent. I love his work, it seems to transcend any sort of praise whatever. Much appreciated.

hilary     smiley

 

Submitted by hilary west on

Hi Editors,

Thanks for cherries, much appreciated!

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

 "it seems to transcend any sort of praise whatever" yes, for me too! There is a poster of his right over this computer screen and another on the next wall :0)

 

Submitted by marandina on

As Jenny said...a stunning poem :)

 

Submitted by hilary west on

Hi Di,

Thanks for commenting. I am glad you are another fan of Vincent. I saw his famous 'Sunflowers' painting in the National gallery sometime ago now and was actually moved by seeing the name 'Vincent' etched into the vase. He just seemed so human!

hilary     smiley

 

Submitted by hilary west on

Hi marandina.

Thanks for reading. Much appreciated!

hilary   smiley