He writes
poems in the shape
of mountains
much like he paints
forests like dreams
echoing red-bearded
artist, one hundred years
later in another country
both seeking light
chasing sanity
between brush strokes
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Beautiful poem. Very concise. I can really feel him. I love the way it ends.
Do you know who “he” is? 🙂
Simply a fantastic piece.
thanks, love!
I don’t know who “he” is, but the red-haired artist I assume is Van Gogh. Lovely connection between centuries and artistic mediums.
he… is none other than the famous John Lackey!
and yes… the red-haired artist is Van Gogh
Adore me some Van Gogh. The man as much as the art. And I adore this one, too.
he… is none other than the famous John Lackey!
and yes… the red-haired artist is Van Gogh