Raging at the Van Gogh Museum
Staring at Sunflowers, notice the thick brushstrokes, animated yellow some sagging, decaying, the puffiness of the florets I’m soaking in every detail, trying to understand trying to put myself in his shoes look through his eyes
A woman steps in front of me.
She pulls out her phone snaps a picture glances at the photo on her phone walks away.
The yellow I was staring at is replaced by red.
I seethe, looking around the throng of people gathered at every painting snapping pictures on their phone living by phone picture photos they’re never going to look at again y’all can literally google these paintings you don’t need a picture!
I feel a hand grasp my hand I’m still standing in front of Sunflowers my partner smiles at me, knowingly
I inhale slow embrace the gratitude Van Gogh wanted me to feel move onto the next painting
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Wonderful! The ending is so satisfying– “embrace the gratitude Van Gogh wanted me to feel” and then moving on.
Thank you 🙂
I can feel each phase of the poem. Well done.
Like: “embrace the gratitude Van Gogh wanted me to feel“