Vincent, a poem written by Jeff Flaig at Spillwords.com
Vincent van Gogh (The Mulberry Tree)

Vincent

Vincent

written by: Jeff Flaig

 

Someone said something behind my back, a whisper,
Perhaps about a painting or a song.
I think his name was Vincent
He was older than I could imagine
And said things no one understood
All the while, behind those colorful eyes, he cried
He expressed life in a language hard for us to see
And when he didn’t say goodbye, he just gave up
Left all the children, the flowers, the night sky, behind
I didn’t know why he painted such things
There is more to a soul than just a name
And more to a masterpiece than just colors and weeping
Some can never be forgotten, no matter how small
No matter how big the tree planted in this world
After all those, these years, such a person still requires a tear
Something simple, something of considerable value
And still, he could never reach beyond a moment of sadness
Like his tree standing throughout time, and we all bear that fruit

Jeff Flaig

Jeff Flaig

I'm a fair weather writer, so I only write when I feel like it and might go long periods of time before I get the urge. I love writing poetry and reading good poetry, mostly because I didn't have the time in the past to write anything else. Since I have retired, I jumped into serious writing and have written three novels, a bunch of short stories and a few poems here and there. My WIP is a book of short stories and a sequel to one of my current novels. I expect that will take me a year to finish. I don't like to rush my writing.
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