They are Already Here and there will be Many More
Agree!
Ah, yes, Don McLean's line in Starry, Starry night.
Poem for Vincent Van Gogh
Vincent,
I can forgive the antics,
The impassioned passion
The drink in Gaugin's face.
I can forgive everything....
Except the end.
Because
A fog danced on a water lily.
A chair pranced about a room.
A pipe loomed like a tree.
Because.....
An adult had the eyes of a child
To open the bruised eyes
Of adults like me
With painted brush strokes
Of greens, yellows, oranges, blues
And colors until then unseen.
And refused to keep seeing
What the world will ignore
Except shown through eyes
Such as yours, Vincent.
No fun there, Vincent.
To tease us with such beauty
Then cut it of so abruptly
Like a glance of Autumn dawn seen-----
Then covered by brackish night.
A gift like that isn't yours, Vincent.
And you had no right to deny it
When we awaited it so expectantly.
Even if we delayed the applause
(When it came)
EXPLODED!!!
And you weren't here to hear it.
(Although somehow I know
There's a corner of heaven
Where you're still painting
Now loved, while we here mourn.)
Agree!
Ah, yes, Don McLean's line in Starry, Starry night.
Poem for Vincent Van Gogh
Vincent,
I can forgive the antics,
The impassioned passion
The drink in Gaugin's face.
Vincent,
I can forgive everything....
Except the end.
Because
A fog danced on a water lily.
Because
A chair pranced about a room.
Because
A pipe loomed like a tree.
Because.....
Because.....
An adult had the eyes of a child
To open the bruised eyes
Of adults like me
With painted brush strokes
Of greens, yellows, oranges, blues
And colors until then unseen.
And refused to keep seeing
What the world will ignore
Except shown through eyes
Such as yours, Vincent.
No fun there, Vincent.
To tease us with such beauty
Then cut it of so abruptly
Like a glance of Autumn dawn seen-----
Then covered by brackish night.
A gift like that isn't yours, Vincent.
And you had no right to deny it
When we awaited it so expectantly.
Even if we delayed the applause
(When it came)
EXPLODED!!!
And you weren't here to hear it.
(Although somehow I know
There's a corner of heaven
Where you're still painting
Now loved, while we here mourn.)