There was a young Dutchman called Vincent
who painted the postman and peasant
living in hovels,
loving the brothels,
relationships always unpleasant.
In Etton, his father, a preacher,
his mother, a climber, a reacher:
starry, his passion,
conflict, a mission,
intensity always his teacher.
In ten years of painting, he shows
how to catch nature’s heaven, god knows!
Fighting his battle,
‘til a death rattle
arched him away with the crows.
You're a find.
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful! In limerick fashion ... I have a book of limericks that my Aunt Agnes left me, but I cannot quote them here. She used to read them to me (when she was in her 90s) and cackle like a hen.
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ReplyDeleteLove you're poems, and love this song!
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I heard about you from Charlie and I just found you searching around! Wow, this is a small poetry world. Wonderful poem!
ReplyDeleteNot easy to write good limericks -- this is good, descriptive, and tells a story.
ReplyDeleteJean Rodenbough
Cute .. I was expecting something more serious .. refreshing and fun though.
ReplyDelete...And I love Don Mclean
ReplyDelete"So it's true then." Deckard leaned forward. "There is another one. And you didn't want me to know about it. What was that all about?" K.W.Jeter, The edge of Human.
Short and crisp..lovely poem
ReplyDeleteIt tells the story nicely.
ReplyDeleteHow refreshing to read "old fashioned" rhyming verse - like ALL the great poets ! Lovely poem
ReplyDeleteI now know all about Vincent Van Gogh, divine! Next please! :-)
ReplyDeletesays what I now know of poor Vincent...man what a way with words you have!
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely the BEST Poem I've heard since Inaugeration Day!!!
ReplyDeleteThank You for Remembering Vincent.
Your Earth Sister
Treesa Szym #UniteBlue
Very nicely done- thank you! BTW, I've been studying vanG on a serious level for over a decade. In case you'd like to discuss.
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