Van Gogh's Visit
Posted on January 25, 2020 by Jeff Thomlinson, One of Thousands of Life Coaches on Noomii.
A poem which gives a glimpse of who I am. I came from a small logging/fishing town on the Washington State (US) coast. I hope you dig it.
Van Gogh’s Visit
Right here,
Amidst the decay
A town of political prostitutes
and many whores of new breeds.
A city teeming with wild life
which no messiah will convert.
Gray, wet, molding,
A species rots.
Vincent’s vision takes over my own.
I gaze through the windshield,
with the wipers off,
the rain gathers on the glass.
The usually despicable street scene
becomes muted
through the rain soaked glass.
Colors blend, lines disappear, it flows……
This is not a starry night above a
European street café.
But a dying city’s gloomy mid-day.
Beauty cannot be!
Yet my eyes do not lie, they have no tongue,
I see
a work
of art.
