China Blue
By: Wayne Brown
An odd sort of room in various stages of disarray
A partially curtained window seeps in light of day
A feeling of intense loneliness seems scattered about
A deep, empty sense of a tortured soul crying out
An old worn easel stands at the window by a chair
It surfaces marked by inspiration’s visits there
Brushes of size and shape, colors of every hue
A tired-looking old painter with eyes of china blue
An artist from childhood; His craft so well honed
Impressionist work with features like chiseled stone
Colors twisted into humanity magically taking life
Inspiration faced in pain; shaded by reality and strife
A virtual genius by the descriptions of those he knew
An insane, mad man driven mad as described by a few
His genius captured on the canvas is all so very clear
Insanity imaged by a missing portion of his left ear
An artist’s artist who on canvas captured views of life
Racked by illness, depression, and daily living strife
A man who wrestled life and tried to capture it in paint
Who could be called many things but never called a saint
The little room is empty now; inspiration left the chair
The art forms live on but the artist does not care
His name only a note in history but still a name you know
The genius and the blue-eyed mad man…Vincent Van Gogh
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15 June 2012