Starry, Starry Night
(For my father, who shares the same name as the painter.)
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Vincent, the lost pastel colours, they forgot to light your golden stars tonight
Brush strokes faltering and swirling on your ceiling, a tapestry of navy sights
Vincent, you were simply complicated to fool the monsters within from the start
Your artistic chagrin and tortured soul kept ripping your palette emotions apart
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Vincent, they all laughed at you and they mocked away such a beautiful mind
But if the madness was your universe, who knows what dimensions we can find?
Vincent, you fathomed yourself a disgrace, deemed creations amount to nothing
They all stumbled in your labyrinthine mind, and thus resorted to insipid excoriating
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Vincent, now you're gone, and the village mourns for a sun extinguished too soon
You watch them above as you paint the landscapes, reminiscing on the blue moon
Vincent, you were always a warm summer sunflower, and my quaint antebellum art
They may not have truly understood you, but you have always rekindled my hazy heart.
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Heart to Heart
PoezjaCongratulations to our winners of the June 2017 Contest Heart to Heart, AmbergrisJane and Ajay-Kumar. If you could talk heart to heart with someone, what would you say. Check out the title page for rules.