His eyes cried colours
dripping from phalo sockets
Brightest blue in the box
His hair screamed crimson red
while his palette afire paled
in comparison; the man to the art
His freckled skin spoke human
Along with the one lopped-ear missing
A more heart-felt man then he; never found
His dream unfolded too
into this undulating unity
under his foot the earth touched the spiral skies
His Twirling energy swirling
his musk a fragrance in the field
into a world unknown to become; the dream
His art; His craft; His life raft
this shaman-priest mish~mash~maker
Alchemy's well-oiled magician
His Life; our gift
after death after post impressionism
lives this artist as dream~wish~maker
Please find him alive again
under the corn fields where he laid
down his brushes to take up the cross
jj
Thank-you Tess Kincaid for the artistic prompt for the greatest painter that ever lived; Vincent Van Gogh!
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